Pitsford critters

This is not a safari to find the Big Five. I scarcely see Five and never Big.

I'm reading, again, or listening again, to The Song of the Dodo, which, like The Lost City of Z, reminds you that walking in the Amazon you might see nothing much for days on end. Diversity does not imply abundance. And you have to learn how to see.

The squirrels tend to be the best bet, when it comes to mammals.

These were young ones chasing each other. The two on the tree saw me and started shrieking. A third, in another tree, was alerted to my presence and also took up the alert. Then they started playing again.

When I left Kairos, I saw one of them on the ground.

Bird-wise, kites were being mobbed by corvids. I heard rooks, crows, jacksaws and jays, also tits and goldcrests, robins and wrens.

And of course the partridges and pheasants.