As was the case this morning, the seed feeder in the front garden is usually overcrowded by sparrows,
with the inevitable pecking consequence.
Great and blue tits share more harmonious meals.
This afternoon we drove into the forest and got no further than Holmsley Passage before we witnessed
a string of ponies crossing the moorland in our direction.
They were headed for pastures new,
and a visit to their swollen waterhole,
now freely flowing.
The Assistant Photographer produced an image she has entitled “two white manes”
while I leant on the bridge to photograph a grey drinking.
Others leaving the stream cast long shadows in the glow of the lowering sun.
Our blogging friend GP Cox really likes the ponies. So, here you are GP – a post for you.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s chic cottage pie; crunchy carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli; tender cabbage, and tasty gravy with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Barbera d’Asti 2016.