
An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
19 December 2009
Do Kingfishers dream of fishy sheep?
In lieu of a very large, pale falcon in Glamorgan; I made do with a very small, dark falcon in Gwent. The female Merlin is still knocking about down the bottom of the Farmfield Lane, its finchy larder seems a bit depleted though, most of the Greenfinch appear to have buggered off. The only other eyebrow raiser was a Kingfisher that took a short-cut through the game crop.
Pull back and centre,... enhance 34 to 46,... pull back, wait a minute,... pull right,... stop,... enhance 15 to 23,... give me a hard copy right there.

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