Until the other, I had never seen a Kingfisher. I’d seen them in book and on nature programs, on TV but never in the flesh (or feather). I’ve been working on a pond in the garden over the last few months and the times paid off. The other morning, on the paving stone, sat a baby Kingfisher!
There are no fish in the pond, so he probably won’t be back but it was a special moment.
Not seconds after seeing the mysterious mouse, a second one appeared! Smaller in appearance and so oh so cute. He ran in and about and around but settled in an opening formed by a pile of bricks. He sat and watched. So I did as well.
It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon and I was sat out with a cup of tea when something ran, just in the corner of my eyesight. Normally, I would be running for the hills (mice and I have history) but he* wasn’t inside, he was outside. In his domain. Looking closer, the little dishevelled mouse had stopped and was nestled in amongst a tree stump and moss, just stopped and waiting. I think the heat had got to him.
*I call him ‘he’ but I have no way of determining the sex of said mouse 🙂
Not far from here, there is a farm path that leads to some woods. The simple act of walking up there inspires me to try and capture a little of what’s there…