Thursday, 2 June 2016

a bouquet of babies ...

Wet overnight in Nottinghamshire and cool and windy up on our hill. Down to the hens to give them breakfast first thing and there's a telltale 'peeping' in the perennials at the end of the Woodland Garden: newly-hatched pheasant chicks.

Their mother watches anxiously then gathers the little stumbling balls of fluff together as they burrow into the cover of a sopping geranium patch.

I check the nest  I've been watching for three weeks and find empty eggshells.


#30DaysWild

And if anyone can tell me why my Mac/safari is preventing me accessing sites on the internet, I'd be grateful!!

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