7 a.m. in a Gloucestershire garden |
Black bird on the scavenge. |
It continued to snow heavily through the day, but by the next day the sun had come out and a thaw was in progress. First thing in the morning the virgin snow was networked with animal prints.
Who's been strolling around in our garden as if he owns the joint? |
With a suspect firmly in our sights for the majority of prints, we were baffled by these markings, which almost looked like the patterns on shoe soles, or car tyres, but the shallowness of the imprints, and the swirly snaking shapes were mystifying.
Thank goodness for social media. A friend, Kit Domino, came up with a credible answer. She suggested it was an owl swooping low to snatch up its prey. I feel sorry for the innocent mouse or shrew, but I am very pleased to have an explanation and also pleased that the owl (or even, possibly, an early morning buzzard) managed to find a meal.
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