Musings from the Merse
Saturday, December 24, 2005
The simple pleasures of life. To walk around the head of a loch with keen bird watchers in tow and not have to stop and watch any birds. The sun is up, the mountains bright and snow free-hot coffee awaits our return. A cry 'Look a lesser mouldy younger striped arse Plopper' I don't have to. Bliss
The image reveals a bird less loch-seconds later a large flock of sparrows flew past honking. The twitchers said they were geese. I bow to superior knowledge
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