Had a gander at the geese on the way
Pauline and I brought our cameras, the others wait until we catch up!
What is it with Pauline and horses? She blows on their noses and they go all unecessary and hypnotic on her...
Free range chickens amongst the daffodils...
Practising the macro setting, getting there, now to master super macro.....is it a bird, is it a plane?
I'm liking the lichen....
Not a great picture but tells the story of the poor baby badger crying in distress for it's mother (nowhere to be seen). After tracking down the source of the cries, some our number found their way into the adjoining field to try to find whatever it was that apppeared to be in such distress... A baby badger was found in a waterlogged ditch, weak and obviously alone. The area was home to badgers as there were at least three tunnels near to where we were standing. L was ready for action, a fleece was offered to wrap the badger in in order to place in on the bank away from the ditch. How old was it? No idea, but it looked about eighteen inches long (old money, I know!) and it would have teeth, I guess!!! Talk ensured about human scent on the jacket...decided that either the creature died in the ditch or we gave it a chance...where was the mother, dead in the road, watching from afar...seemed unlikely... We all walked away with our different thoughts...Do badgers abandon their young, was it weak anyway, where were the others, the cries had been piercing, surely the mother would have come if she could...all the mothers thinking mother thoughts!
But all too soon it became evident that another challenged loomed ahead! The is where the P girls came in their own as "the only ones who thought to wear wellies...." Now the adventure went up a level and I remembered the shall I wear long sleeves/short sleeve dilemma a couple of hours earlier....too late, can't turn back the clock. My left arm bears the weals and scratches where I bravely battled on, wincing ever so slightly but refusing to be beaten by the thorny hedge to which I clung in preference to flinging myself into the puddle/lake........ I almost took off my socks and just waded in, but couldn't quite bring myself o do it, imagining shards of glass and twisted metal rising up to greet me...
Wet socks drying on the fence in the Pub garden, feel the grass spongy beneath your feet, bliss!
and to finish it off, the best cider I've tasted in a long while!
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Forgot to photo the end bit! A delicious lunch, with lovely friends agreeing to repeat the experience....so guys, where shall we go next?
