Squirrels missing their footing and falling within a foot of my head have replaced badgers head-butting my shins, I've heard my first woodpecker of the year and a heron wound me up and was wound up by me as I ran and he flew north along the canal. The heron could not quite absorb the fact that all he needed to do was fly south to avoid me. [Actually there was only one squirrel and one head-butting badger, but somehow each time I tell the story it multiplies; and it was thissss big!
It is amazing running into the rising sun, even more amazing to be painting in decent light.
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