Yesterday evening a friend took R and I on her favourite walk. The way led through a wood full of bluebells. A thrush was singing and pheasants called from time to time. Our friend pointed out deer tracks.
Some of the trees were old and gnarled. They had grown into curious shapes. The one below looked like a cauldron.
A tawny owl flew from a crevice in a rotting tree.
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In places stitchwort gleamed white among the bluebells.
On the way home we saw a buzzard resting on a fence post.
Tags: bluebell, buzzard, nature, owl, pheasant, stitchworth, thrush, walk, Wildlife, wood
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