Caught sight of a male bullfinch this morning a beautiful bird colourful plump not much of a singing bird but makes up for it in how it looks.
I walk on a bit further and get to the marsh and see the remains of a Swan and look on dissapointed that it was killed but thats nature the fox had its meal and went home with its belly full.
I often see the fox at night hunting on the strand when the tide is out and have seen them catch seagulls, crows and so on but how has my brain been trained to feel sorry for this swan while seeing it as a triumph when the fox catches another bird.
Makes me think about the comments i get now of praise for my weight loss how im looking (all welcome of course) but what did they say 2 years ago, of course never to me personally. Only my doctor was brave enough for that . Another thought provoking subject for one of my walks.