On the way back from the garage yesterday morning, I spotted (as did just about every other resident of these isles) some tell-tale contrails in the sky to the south east. We don't often suffer from contrails, and I mean that in an aesthetic sense rather than any conspiracy theory sense. From the look of the pattern, there had been some RAF refuelling drills.
This morning, Our Lass and I were gazing out of the window at Starlings foraging on the lawn and House Sparrows collecting nesting material in the borders, when I spotted a Brown Hare heading in our direction across a ploughed field.
Nipping outside for a photo was not an option, as the animal would have scarpered as soon as it sensed me, but unfortunately, due to the angle, our windows didn't open to allow a clear view in the hare's direction. So, sadly, I had to make do with shots through glass. To compound my frustration, the hare had an uncanny knack of placing gate posts, fence posts and a dry stone wall between the two of us or in the shot. But it was lovely to have such an extended view of the creature going about its day.
I managed to crop out the gate posts, but the jauntily-angled fence post was often in shot. As it is in a farmer's paddock, I don't feel justified in attacking it with a saw!