Why can lambs wriggle out of a field easily enough but are then unable to find their way back? A little gang were cavorting on the road as dog and I approached this evening. Two found gaps to squeeze through but number three simply ran up and down in a blind panic, bleating for all it was worth. We managed to sidle past(the trick is to avoid eye contact)and noticed it had a large red number painted on its side, presumably for just such eventualities: "come in number 98, your time is up".
That little drama over we continued into the woods where the birds were still belting out the evening chorus of territorial warnings and alarms. The fluffy white clouds of the afternoon had become a flat grey roof over the landscape, diffusing the light and emphasizing the lustre of the new grass which is finally appearing.
There is something magical about walking in the diminishing light.As we walked up the last field a few slightly disgruntled crows lifted into the air. They hung there until we`d gone a hundred yards or so further on and then dropped back on to their roosts with hardly a murmur. A kind of peace descended, imperceptibly day had turned to night,time for the nocturnal wildlife to take over.
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