Everyone likes wagtails, and I thought that a picture of a recently fledged youngster might find an appreciative audience on this blog. The little bugger was fluttering around a pile of old rylock sheep net as I drove up to it, and it gave me a defiant glance before buzzing away up the hill on stubby, inefficient wings.
Twenty minutes before taking this picture, I watched a stunning roe doe running through a patch of bog myrtle with a duo of kids behind her. It was too far away for the camera, but my borrowed binoculars showed the two white spotted young deer bounding through the barky undergrowth like over-enthusiastic spaniels.
It really must be summer.
Bog Myrtle & Peat 
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