walking down towards priory farm a light breeze teases the oilseed rape pods. it rattles the jet black seeds inside their crisp pods - a chorus of quivering maracas accompanying the twenty-four hour thrum of the combine harvester.
6.53pm
at the edge of the field a hare sits motionless. we pause. both waiting for the other to make the first move.
7.04pm
two male whitethroats dart out from the corn stalks. they spit rasping warning cries at each other before chasing off in dissension.
7.23pm
sundown burnishes the landscape. each ear replete. only hours away from the ravage of the combine harvester.
Lovely photos, thanks for sharing your walk!
ReplyDeletethanks Susan... it's such a gorgeous time of year
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