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Wird Batcher
Out along dusty tracks in the heat of a scorcher of an afternoon - birds quietened by the still burn of it - butterflies thick amongst the heath: Meadow browns, Ringlets, Small heaths, Tortoiseshells, Red Admirals and Large whites filling the air, searching for mates, flickering along the lanes.
Sheep lie along the North facing side of a stone wall in shadow, and in the valleys the cows move to the shadows of shading trees. The glint of water invites.
Out towards the coast in the far distance dark clouds skirt the horizon fifty miles and more away.
Swallows sit on wires, Yellowhammers sing half songs lazily in the heat, a Kestrel hovers against the hill where the air still moves. Mistle thrushes, as pallid as the dusty earth, rattle their calls out into the thick air.
I follow Mandy's lovely legs to our vantage point where we sit and watch Swifts, when, once , just once, the purr of a Turtle Dove ripples from the scrubby hillside below. The dreamy afternoon drowses and I wonder if I really heard what I'm sure I did.
Sheep lie along the North facing side of a stone wall in shadow, and in the valleys the cows move to the shadows of shading trees. The glint of water invites.
Out towards the coast in the far distance dark clouds skirt the horizon fifty miles and more away.
Swallows sit on wires, Yellowhammers sing half songs lazily in the heat, a Kestrel hovers against the hill where the air still moves. Mistle thrushes, as pallid as the dusty earth, rattle their calls out into the thick air.
I follow Mandy's lovely legs to our vantage point where we sit and watch Swifts, when, once , just once, the purr of a Turtle Dove ripples from the scrubby hillside below. The dreamy afternoon drowses and I wonder if I really heard what I'm sure I did.
