Monday morning, walking through Sandy town centre. As I crossed the mini roundabout near the train station, I noticed a commotion occurring in the sky above me. A few crows were chasing/escorting a buzzard away from wherever it was they didn’t want the buzzard to be. Eventually the buzzard got the message and vacated that patch of sky.
When I returned my eyes to ground level, I discovered that two dog walkers, with dogs, had also stopped to watch. Awesome. My sky-watching is contagious. The dogs however, were not gazing upwards.
Tuesday/this morning. I came face to face with a beautiful fox. This fox was approximately five metres from me. I stopped to watch him. And he stopped to watch me. I was clearly in the way of where he wanted to go. So after a good stare for a few seconds he turned around and casually sauntered off in another direction. I remained motionless, transfixed, and absolutely buzzing from those few moments that we shared. When a wild animal looks back in to your eyes, particularly when its a predator. Wow. Its like your soul is stripped bare. The few moments feel like an eternity, but at the same time are far too short, and you long for a few moments more. But more than anything, it fills my heart with delight.
Said fox was quite a chunky dog. A very healthy weight. Almost hefty enough for Crufts!
Still thrilled by my fox moment, I then came upon a small bare tree all a flutter. It was full of diddy coal tits. And one of them was especially doing much fluttering. He was trying to impress a female. His wing beats were as fast as a butterfly. He was all around her. A flutter here, and a flutter there. And every so often, if he was fast enough, a flutter right on top of her. Hmm. She was having none of it. Not this morning anyway. She kept moving away, but his fluttering display just kept following her. Eventually she did manage to lose him though. She jumped down into a shrub, swooped out the other side, and straight into a larger tree full of birds where she magically vanished. I left the tree as he was hopping from branch to branch in search of his chosen one, looking less fluttery than before.
Here is an interesting fact that I learnt today… The Common toad can live up to 40 years. That’s incredible for such a small wee creature!
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