Tuesday 7 September 2010

Tuesday 07.09.2010

More autumnal music: the rattling of the black plastic on the newly wrapped silage bales. Winds have been battering us for two or three days now and there was a colder edge to it this morning as we set off for the woods, dogs-on-leads and dog off in front.
A solitary lapwing shot out of the grass in one of the fields by the road as we strode up the hill: a poignant sight, for when we first arrived here, nearly twenty years ago, there were large wheeling flocks of them every spring performing their courtship tumbling acrobatics, accompanied by the familiar `peewit` call. The numbers have been steadily decreasing and over the last few years there have been hardly any.

But talking of birds - I have geese. My new chicken hut is due to arrive next month but meanwhile my neighbour was looking for a home for her geese and last night they arrived. I was asked today "Why geese?" My answer - as with so many things - why not?

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