Wheatfield
The wheat is greener than the already ripening barley at this time of year, and the ears are without those long awns, and the grains of wheat are rougher and heavier, less silky, so the fields don’t move in the same way – “The Wind That Shakes The Barley” is a good description within a title. It was a windy day when I went out walking, but the wheatfields scarcely stirred.
Fledgling 3
This whiskery, tiny fledgling was hopping about in Gas Lane, a cut up to the Main Street where walkers and dogs go up and down. Just round the corner two black and white cats, that look like twins, are usually sitting on the qui vive on their yard step. However, this bird was in the back lane to my certain knowledge for two days, scuttling up and down, covering quite a distance in its attempt to get away from passers-by. It was just beginning to fly (it had managed to get up on to the raised wall beside the path when I took these photographs). It had no discernible tail. An agitated mother was cheeping among the leaves overhead. Today when I went up Gas Lane there was no sign of the bird, and no little scattering of feathers, so I am hoping its pathetic hoppy flights have taken it out of harm’s way. I don’t know what kind of fledgling it is, possibly a robin.
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