As Autumn approaches the very last few jobs are being cleared up on the farm, and the last three fields have been silaged today. The weather forecast is for rain later tonight and the farmer is just bringing the last of the bales in, but the wretched crows have done such a lot of damage to the bales that he is now going to have to patch them all with sticky tape. Why do they attack the bales I wonder? I have a theory that they can see themselves in the shiny black plastic and think it is another bird. Whatever the reason, it is a wretched nuisance - however fast one is bringing the bales in the crows have always got there first.
In the photograph of the field with the bales in you will see a little barn in the corner. The farmer and I had plans to get this converted into our retirement home, sell the farm and just keep three or four fields around the barn, so that he could 'play at' farming in his retirement. But sadly the barn was just too small for the Planning Authorities to give us permission for enough extension. All they would allow was a lean-to kitchen, bathroom and one bedroom - all opening off the sitting room. This was really not viable.
Tess and I walked round the field where the bales were, taking care as we walked up the lane, to avoid the dead, squashed flat hedgehog which she insists on rolling on each time we pass it. The blackberries are ripening, as are the rose hips (the birds always seem to leave these until lean times - I assume they are not so tasty). The hawthorn berries are also ripening but they are not very prolific this year, which always means that the fieldfares and redwings on their journey over from Scandinavia will stay with us only a short time.
There is really something wonderful about every season isn't there?
Spring has the arrival of all the Spring flowers and the hint of warmer days to come; Summer (if we are lucky) has warm days, picnics, children home from school and very colourful gardens; Winter has the beauty of the frost on the leaves, log fires, Christmas;
Autumn has the wonderful smells of rotting leaves as they fall from the trees, the hint of cooler days to come, incredible soft colours in the trees, the departure of our Summer birds. We are so lucky to have such a varied climate - wouldn't it be boring if the weather was the same every day?
I apologise for the quality of some of the photographs. Sometimes I have a severe shake on my hands and today was one of those days.