Horse Chestnut

We walked in Hamilton wood this morning, hearing the usual cacophony of rooks as we arrived, then a great array of birdsong, including the willow warbler and songthrush again. I could also hear a raven which I’ve not heard there for a couple of years.
At one point Geordie lead me a couple of metres off the track with his nose to the ground. It turned out to be the body of a young roe deer. So sad to see. The carcass wasn’t rotting yet, so hadn’t been there long, but had been heavily scavenged. I walked on feeling pretty miserable. It’s nature, I know, and the circle of life and all that, but nature can be cruel. I had visions of wolves and lynx feasting on the carcass, when in reality it would be badgers and foxes, and probably crows. It’s such a favourite place to walk, but I think the idea of what goes on there at night has taken the edge off my enjoyment. We will just walk elsewhere for a wee while.