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Only a few more days of milk to go...........
He's quite partial to his creep, but I think we may have a disturbed night or two next week!
Not today though, it was glorious sunshine all the way.
Views in all directions. This is Helvellyn with patches of snow on. Further round the views are just as impressive
Nearly back at the car we pass by Brownrigg farm, with it's curious windows. Seven windows, each one on a different level?
We realised today, that we have two different Cock Pheasants visiting. We only see them one at a time, and the second one may well be a fairly new visitor. But we had a mass visitation tonight from our four resident game birds. Mr and Mrs P (the regular pheasants) and the Partridge Family. All four in the garden together, for quite a considerable amount of time. Try as I might, I COULD NOT get a picture with all four of them in it. So instead here is a flavour of their visit.
A handsome Frenchman An Equally Handsome Mr P, with The Frenchman's wife behind him.
Evidence of wildlife is abundant. As we stood admiring these nest holes, a Great Spotted Woodpecker flew out of the bottom one.
An interesting fact on tree holes. Did you know they are home to seven different species of bird?
Woodpecker, Nuthatch, Great Tit, Wryneck, Starling, Stock Dove and Little Owl.
Another interesting find - unless of course you are squeamish! The skull (or at least part) of a fox. We think this one must have died of starvation as he doesn't seem to have any front teeth!
The track we wanted then skirts to the right of the castle, past the stables and farm
Up over the Gallops, through some lovely old parkland and over the hill.