Dorsettaff
Well-Known Member
Sat quietly on my patch last evening, watching a group of hidden deer rustling maize and noting the last days of Summer.
The nightjars and swifts have gone , the swallows are massing and as the early autumn mist rose off the fields there came the plaintive whistle from across the heathland of a sika calling!!!
Early I know but someone was making his pitch !!
The nightjars and swifts have gone , the swallows are massing and as the early autumn mist rose off the fields there came the plaintive whistle from across the heathland of a sika calling!!!
Early I know but someone was making his pitch !!