long days

this buzzard posed very cooperatively with the tower of StoKe Climsland church in the background. We creep up on them in the terranosaurus and snap them through the glass, hence the blue tinge.

bird flew

this buzzard fancied Harriet; for supper. Mum went and dug up the fox skin. It was a bit tastier today although now she has a bad case of halitosis.

why

in a quiet wood, not far from the Tamar, miles from anywhere. Why do people do this? What sort of barbarous species are you? Destroy the planet to save £20.

Devon

We don't do Devon much, Cornwall is enough for most lurchers, but the moor looks very pretty with a little snow on it, and the village of Sydenham Damerel in the foreground on the other side of the valley. And the radio mast which sends instructions to everyone in Devon according to the boss. Very cold this morning.

Harriet in full camouflage

I liked the walk today. Mum found a fox pelt which she chewed then buried; disgusting. Am I bothered?

am I buzzered?

why is the boss walking around asking "am I buzzered", what does this mean? Who does he think he is (no disrepect of course)?