Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Up the road, afternoon.

Daddy-longlegs are everywhere, floundering stupidly over road and verges, banging into us.  Why aren't there birds to eat them?  The swallows could have feasted but it's too late, they're gone.

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

yes, you'd think the birds would eat them, wouldn't you?