And another. One of this year’s brood came right in by the house, not yet bothered by humanlike things and their strange doings.

The flock have been sticking aound late in the morning recently, perhaps because the children are growing, but especially on grey drizzly days like today.

It wandered round a while occasionally trying to decide about me. Eventually an adult called from the field and . . . bye then.

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