Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Up the road, afternoon.
Out of the mudded maize stalks rise flocks of birds, voices rippling and chuckling: thrushes, larks, finches, but so mixed up and quick and winter-brown I can't tell them apart.
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What caused them to take flight?
Just us walking past! But they always seem very flighty and excitable when they're just arrive and coming together. Nobody chased them, honestly...
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