Seagulls and then some.

Whilst I was busy working on the garden last Thursday there was some work going on in the adjoining field too. A flurry of seagulls swooping low and screeching noisily alerted me to the tractor that was mowing the very long grass  for the first time this year. After four hours of the tractor and twenty four hours of the seagulls it went much quieter. There was still some action going on though; when Luke and I looked out of the bedroom window we saw the lone fox, sniffing about in the grass. Only the evening before, as fingers of glowing amber snaked across the light blue sky, I watched in delight as one regal heron, neck bent and legs straight out behind it, slowly flapped way above my head in almost slow motion.