Saturday, 26 November 2011

Up the road, morning

The young bull, foaming-mouthed and bellowing from two fields away, and Ludovic's border collie on the corner, are both excited at the  new heifers being delivered to our field by trailer.

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Up the road, afternoon

A swallow in late November, something I've never seen.  It lands on the wire, preens, shits, rests then flies.  I wonder what its story is, and what its chances are.

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Up the road, late afternoon

Four larks, then another four, then many more so I give up counting, fly up from the field of young grass.  They  ripple across the sky overhead as I walk.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Down the road, late afternoon

Momentarily a smear of rainbow appears across the massed abundance of cumulus above the hilltop.  Across the sky a lighted window opens in a dark cloud, Cecil B deMille style.