Harvest Scenes
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Nature Notes
A Society of Sparrows and Harvest, or, The Smell of Burning Fields … We are once again at peak sparrow. When the combine harvester begins its wide turn into Home Field, their reporting of the event almost drowns out its roar. We hear the great machine’s billion-bee buzz, accompanied by its flotilla of header and […]
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Nature Notes
The Sense of an Ending. The dew-filled tubes of stubble straws have their own silly surprises. They can hold a lot of water. This is apparent, when walking across harvested fields in bare legs & a favourite old dress. I love harvest time. We plan a family walk, high on the Pewsey Downs and by […]
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Nature Notes
Fireball Harvest. In the relative cool of the evening, I go out for a walk to see the planets align. A few white moths flutter, bats hawk above my head and tawny owlets call their French name softly, persistently, from the wood; chouette, chouette. At the top of Trenchfields, above Milking Parlour, the broad, blue-black […]