I’ve been to a meeting this morning, I took a different route home than usual,
instead of ‘the road to nowhere’ I took the back road, I saw a buzzard, it’s only in the last couple of years I’ve been seeing them in this area,
I lack the equipment and patience to photograph them, or the kestrel I watched quartering for prey. It was cold and windy, bracing and the light was changing very quickly
But sometimes nature isn’t pretty, I’ll warn you the next photo isn’t cute, I came across a rabbit, showing the signs of the virus Myxomatosis it appeared to be blind and in a bad way, Philip Larkin wrote a poem about the plight of rabbits with this disease
If I had known how to kill it humanely I would like to think I could have put it out of its misery, I don’t imagine it will have survived very long, it’s just the sort of thing the buzzard will be looking for, as
‘enfeebled’ just about sums it up; apart from the sick rabbit, I enjoyed my little detour and the afternoon brightened up to give another interesting sunset,
As I write this post at 9:30 PM, our kitchen is full of fell runners and there is a growing atmosphere of nervous anticipation, but more about that tomorrow.