Slow to wake up.

 

The pheasants are hiding in that mist.

Roll on November.

Sunrise on the dunghill

 

 This is the sun breaking through the cloud to illuminate a dunghill.

I like to add culture to my blog.

In this case, organic culture.

 

 

Pheasants

 

I saw some pheasants today, I see them everyday. They usually stand in the road and expect me to cycle around them. When I stay on the road they try to outrun me. At the last minute they take to the air, squawking in protest. They really are the stupidest of birds.

Mist on the Minnis.

The sun had not risen when I left the house. If you look carefully you can just see the crescent moon and the morning (?) star. Or is it the evening star seen in the morning? I am no good at astronomy.

 

 

 

By the time I reached the Minnis at Stelling the sun was just climbing but the mist was hanging in pockets.

 

 

 

I don't think that the cows in the mist were awake, not one of them turned their head as I passed.