Dawning Of The Day

Until a couple of years ago I had a regular Sunday walk. Up early, walk through the village, cross a local nature reserve, along a green path, into the next village, alongside a field, follow the little stream, down the lane and then climb over a fence to walk around the bird reserve at Fowlmere. After a morning of birdwatching I'd retrace my steps, diverting to the garden centre where they serve a very acceptable Sunday lunch. But circumstances change and I've had other things to do on Sunday (like work, for example) so I hadn't been for a while. Till today.

The sky gradually brightening, but the sun still below the horizon.

A footpath runs through this field;

I decided to go the other way!

The half-light lends a rosy glow

to the autumn hues.

The sun finally made it!

Mist hung over the fields to the south. 

Fieldfares, Redwings, Siskins.......

....Teal, Snipe, Kingfisher, Water Rail....

.....and Mr Heron waiting patiently for breakfast.

On the east meadow this enchanting scene.

One of the many tiny streamlets.

On my way home I met these fine creatures,

Manx Loghtan sheep. Their name simply means

"mouse-brown sheep from the Isle Of Man".

A splendid morning.

Take care.