Beating The Bounds

Jazzy dog and I beat the bounds of our property every day. We naturally walk in the tracks of the animals that live here. It's strange because those tracks meander and we can't help but stick to them. Jazz is sniffing Reynard's scent in my pic. on one of his inter-connecting tracks. He has recently come from the horse sanctuary and made his way via the bonfire heap to his favourite resting place in glasshouse 13, knocking the dew of the grass as he passed.

I visited the Tewin hide on the way to John Lewis. By then the light was very poor. I enjoyed seeing the grey wagtails and the pied woodpecker though my pics were not up to much. A thrush was singing beautifully.