Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a hundred yards away, barely visible in a very small quadrant of their compass view. Nuthatch family grouping shouting warning calls to each other at my approach. Much more of this unwelcoming behaviour and I won’t bother to come and say goodbye morning.
And my froglets have survived the two day river surge. I thought they had been swept away by three foot flood but by the miracle of fluid dynamics, or hydro-re-landscaping or whatever they have hunkered down and are intact.
Twenty-one degrees and clouding over. Let’s hope for a cooler than yesterday hay-making today.
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