Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 31 May 2009
Down the road, evening.
The swallows' alarm as they chase the hobby is urgent, unlike their over-dramatising chiding of a magpie or each other. Earlier, I saw the falcon as it swung, Horus-headed, into the sun.
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beautiful descriptions...
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