Dawn. A time of trickery and confusion. Endings and beginnings. Spirits and ghosts. And there across the ploughed field rippled like the ocean on a windy day, one floated silently through the air. Its white body followed the line of the hedgerow, hovering somewhat every so often fixated on the world in the grassy margins, hoping for a tasty breakfast. The distance soon engulfed the beautiful barn owl, causing it to vanish from my sight and into the sky. Waiting, moments passed. As darkness began to retreat the mounds by the edge of the field turned out to be just overly tufty lumps of grass ..read more

Acrobats of the sky, martins dashed across the sweetest blue canvas with bundles of white clouds, before taking aim at their nesting holes in the sandy bank. Rabbits stretched out relaxed on the soft sand, as humans do soaking up the summer rays on a crowded beach. But the beach at this inland site was a bank, and the ocean a muddy puddle, with an occasional lapwing wandering along the shore. I waited here for a while before continuing along the road where swallows appeared wielding through the sky in their pursuit of flying insects. Once delightfully perched on the telephone wire they chatter ..read more