On Thursday, I drove down to Seaford in the afternoon and sat in the car on the seafront for awhile. The memorable item of the day was the passage of about 100 dark-bellied brent geese flying easterly and low over the sea in two separate tight-knit formations at about 2-300m from off the busy promenade. It was probably just a local movement as it’s far too early for them to be returning north to Siberia. I found this both deeply symbolic and moving.
Friday, and while having breakfast, I couldn’t fail to be fascinated and enthralled by the capers of up to four grey squirrels in a large oak with an expansive crown to it a few yards beyond the garden. The way they could negotiate about this tree and the speed of their antics was almost incredible! One came speeding down one of the main stems, actually leaping ahead at one point! I hasten to add that i’m no great lover of grey squirrels.