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Wird Batcher
August almost done and summer curls its brown-edged leaf. Late morning and the dew hangs on. Young Buzzards' mewls echo and drift down from the quarry's face across the ponds where Black Darters rise to the passing feet of fattened lambs.
From the sallows beyond the banks a Willow Tit calls from its hiding. Southern Hawkers and Common Hawkers patrol the waters, and whirlygig beetles spin - mercury beads sliding on the water.
A Lesser Redpoll family descends to the alders as a Moorhen slips from shore to shallows, swimming to rushes and disappearing.
Swallows, suddenly silent, and just within the woods, close enough to touch, a Roe Deer freezes - one hoof raised - head turned head-on and its nose like a still-wet black pudding tastes the sweet summer air.
The call of a passing Yellowhammer chips the silence: the deer starts and slinks into the shadows between the trees.
Back out in the meadows Emerald Damselflies shimmer and butterflies catch the light above the thistles. Berries bright and autumn-ready shine from the hedges. Summer lingers still.
From the sallows beyond the banks a Willow Tit calls from its hiding. Southern Hawkers and Common Hawkers patrol the waters, and whirlygig beetles spin - mercury beads sliding on the water.
A Lesser Redpoll family descends to the alders as a Moorhen slips from shore to shallows, swimming to rushes and disappearing.
Swallows, suddenly silent, and just within the woods, close enough to touch, a Roe Deer freezes - one hoof raised - head turned head-on and its nose like a still-wet black pudding tastes the sweet summer air.
The call of a passing Yellowhammer chips the silence: the deer starts and slinks into the shadows between the trees.
Back out in the meadows Emerald Damselflies shimmer and butterflies catch the light above the thistles. Berries bright and autumn-ready shine from the hedges. Summer lingers still.