Summer Daze (1 Viewer)

It had been a clear night and early morning and now the cumuli were meeting as if they might mar the day, but the blue was winning. The sun rose above the trees and butterflies were tempted to try the air.
A Grey Heron warmed itself on the bank below the brambles, watching for voles and the Pheasant chicks being shepherded past by the hen.
Young Swifts were testing their skills - hawking insects by the copse, and House Martins outnumbered them - spinning and circling in and out of shade and shadow.
Young tits moved through the trees and shrubs and a Red Admiral tasted the magnolia with its feet before flitting on.
Goldfinches and Greenfinches twittered: summer sailed on.
Now the Kestrel gets up with a vole and rises from the valley bottom, circling on stretched feathers for the thermals. She eases up into the sky into the blinding sun, carrying her prize home. The Swifts keep watch and the House Martins rise with the falcon, white rumps dotting the background meadow.
A Coal Tit sounds the alarm and a Robin ticks a warning but the Kestrel glides away on the breeze.
Bees slip into foxglove flowers, crawling into dappled purple tunnels until gone. A Speckled Wood glides down and suns itself on the leaf.
Somewhere a half-warble sounds from the sycamore in a sleepy half-hearted half song.
Summer slumbers on.

Lovely stuff H, I can almost hear that quiet summer humming of the insects!

Lovely - it reminds me of that fantastic summer song "Granchester Meadows" by Pink Floyd. Not in a literal way, just the atmosphere you've created.

Thanks guys

That was very eloquent. It made my morning. And it made me miss Europe

Thanks, SnowBird.

You painted the scene beautifully, H. As always!