Run Rabbit Run - Flanagan and Allan

 Gone were the rosine clouds on the day, only to be replaced by man-made

SLIP-STREAMS
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly,
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.

Despite living right next to the food plant the

HOLM OAK
we have had but c3 of the Moth species that thrive on it this year

OAK RUSTIC
usually catching double figures, but not thought likely so late into 2021?

Additionally,

RED-LINED QUAKER
performing a novity act and also what maybe the last

WASP
(we keep on saying that, so one day matbe we will be right) and a single

HARLEQUIN LADYBIRD

for company.
On the way to the Ponds, something of a novelty for here an overflying

PEREGRINE
with a better representation from the archive to

highlight the point.
It looked every bit like a 'blank sheet' at the Irrigation Pond, with not even a Moorhen,
until this male

TEAL
splashed in

and splashed out again as quickly as it had arrived.
The reason for absence of the long-staying male

MUTE SWAN

was soon resolved when arriving at the
Gravel Pit

where it was found to have hooked-up with a second.
All else amounted to little more than a dying

PUFFBALL
under the Solar Panals but more worryingly the eyes on this

RABBIT
seemingly feeding well had all the signs of

MYXOMATOSIS
(red eyes - unhealthy looking coat)

There's no sensation to compare with this,
suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my mind from the circling sky,
tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.

Learning to Fly - Pink Floyd

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