Season of mists


      The mellow fruitfulness isn't quite here yet but this morning the air smelled of autumn. No doubt the earthy aroma of the soil in the freshly ploughed field and the colours of the early morning sun shining through the mist helped to create this impression.
      The pigeons, crows and rooks pecking and feasting on the worms barely looked up. When there's a feast to be had - keep feasting.
      Now another pot of tea and possibly some toast and homemade marmalade, or plum jam, is required but our two terriers are telling me they need to have their breakfast, urgently.
      Know your place in the pecking order seems to be the message!




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