After a foggy start this morning the sun is out, although there is a faint mistiness as I look across the field. It’s 16C mid afternoon. A huge streamer of spider’s web metres long gilded by the sun glides slowly westwards. The tick and rattle of falling leaves is loud in the stillness, the ash and chestnut are nearly all done with shedding.
On the wing
An intermittent chack of jackdaws watching the chicken run for food and occasional burst of rook banter livens up the soundscape. In amongst this the insistent calls of Long Tailed Tits and short bursts of Great Tit ratatat. Earlier the plaintive cry of a swirling Buzzard.
I’m waiting for the Fieldfares to turn up and feast on the fallen cooking apples (the fat Bramleys create a bit of aural drama as they clatter through the branches and thump to the ground). Continue reading “Last day of October”