It's not an especially late hour, but the sun is going down and large rain clouds keep coming over, which has made it look and feel like twilight.
Below, along the line of a stream, a pair of foxes are moving east to west, from one field to another.
The low sun cuts rays through the clouds like molten gold, giving that bit of needed warmth.
There's a flock of fieldfares raggedly flying over the bare poplars with their pom poms of mistletoe, marking the field boundaries.
I've seen owls in this field before, and I wonder if they'll come out as the light passes.
A kestrel. Coming over the trees, dodging through the fieldfares, hovering over a rabbit field.
The final noise is the barking of some deer, echoed in the distant bark of a farmer's dog.
And the clouds still scuttling over the lowering sun with flecks of rain.
Gently, they all pass away.
Below, along the line of a stream, a pair of foxes are moving east to west, from one field to another.
The low sun cuts rays through the clouds like molten gold, giving that bit of needed warmth.
There's a flock of fieldfares raggedly flying over the bare poplars with their pom poms of mistletoe, marking the field boundaries.
I've seen owls in this field before, and I wonder if they'll come out as the light passes.
A kestrel. Coming over the trees, dodging through the fieldfares, hovering over a rabbit field.
The final noise is the barking of some deer, echoed in the distant bark of a farmer's dog.
And the clouds still scuttling over the lowering sun with flecks of rain.
Gently, they all pass away.
