After the corn was cut, weeds quickly colonised the stubble. Then the birds came, eager for seeds and shelter. The field still hasn’t been ploughed, and most days I see something new. Last week, it was a flock of yellowhammers and a covey of partridges. Yesterday, a kestrel hunted newly arrived voles. Eager for what my field-sized Advent calendar would reveal next, I headed out today. I wasn’t disappointed.
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