Country Diary
Jul 29, 2020
3 minutes
At Flea Barn, I have developed a now cherished routine. First, I check the grey partridges nesting in their pens and then the traps. After that, I take a stroll around the margins, trying to do my best impression of a keeper, peering at tracks and studying feathers I find on the rides.
On Monday, there were no chicks to report and a solitary rat comprised the total catch from the traps. All seemed
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