I found the snipe – even though I wasn’t looking for it. I was following a party of blue tits through an alder thicket when I made the discovery. The blue tits were high in the branches, feeding on seed cones, and I was gazing up at them as I inched through the sodden brake. All of a sudden, there was an explosion of wing and beak at my feet.
Glimpses of Eden
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