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puddleshark6th August.
Slate grey sky & rain falling. Everything soft-edged in the forest. A lone pine drawn in ink against a wash of purple heather. Stands of conifers a dark blur in the distance. Only the rowan berries in focus; shining, fiercely orange.
The rain growing heavier and the light fading as I walked. Dawn, having arrived and seen the weather, tiptoeing back out.
As I came back into the village, a sparrowhawk was leaving, swooping precariously low over the uncut verge, weighed down by the very plump pigeon clutched in its talons.
Slate grey sky & rain falling. Everything soft-edged in the forest. A lone pine drawn in ink against a wash of purple heather. Stands of conifers a dark blur in the distance. Only the rowan berries in focus; shining, fiercely orange.
The rain growing heavier and the light fading as I walked. Dawn, having arrived and seen the weather, tiptoeing back out.
As I came back into the village, a sparrowhawk was leaving, swooping precariously low over the uncut verge, weighed down by the very plump pigeon clutched in its talons.
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Date: 2024-08-09 03:08 am (UTC)I love fat birbs so much, I bet that pigeon was adorable <3 <3
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Date: 2024-08-09 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-09 06:08 pm (UTC)