Crooked

I've noticed a line of pretty crooked trees sitting along the hilltop behind me - normally I wouldn't venture that far up as it's farmland usually containing sheep or cows, as well as a farmhouse that overlooks it. I try not to mess with people who possess shotguns as a rule.

Since the fields were empty tonight so I ventured up for a closer look - the sun sets just over the side, making for a light that I wouldn't normally enjoy in the shortening autumn evenings further down the hillside.

What I didn't appreciate so much were the remnants of the last occupants of the pasture - one awkward squelch and I realised my new Pumas had a persistent stain added to them...