An unsuspecting lone birch mooches in the corner of a rushy field whilst, over the ridge, come the alien hordes. Run birch! RUN!
Another couple of weeks up and down to a wet and windy Scotland. Another couple of weeks interspersed by the odd raptor, a few Pinkfeet, increasingly frisky Crossbills, etc., etc.
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That grey is the colour of my world here for seemingly 99% of the last 6 weeks
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