Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Autumn




The skies over Mailhos are on fire while the last remaining leaves on the trees have turned  a burnished red and are ready to fall. 






 Fox is eying up my chickens and the cranes are flying overhead on their way to their african winter home.




Chickens are preparing their winter coats and waking up from there summer daydreams to take some exercise with me




a second spring when every leaf is in flower.










1 comment:

  1. Magic is humiliated; this is vastly more stunning.

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