Beside Bleamoss Beck, birch has green catkins already formed for next spring. I love this sense of seasonal transitions, a preparedness for what is to come.
Somewhere in the trees fringing Greenburn Beck I hear redpoll.
Young Herdiwcks peer at us through a fence above Little Langdale Tarn and swallows flit low above them. Others perch low on a wire topping a stone wall. Here is a juvenile swallow, the adult shows richer red on the face and has long tail streamers. Here, late afternoon, the best light of the day catches the blue sheen on the young swallow’s mantle. Look at the foot-hold, the way the swallow’s claws enfold the strand of wire. A lovely interlude of swallows and Herdwicks in the late afternoon.
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