Dawn at Market Bosworth, a beautiful clear, crisp morning. After the weather forecast I was expecting to find the hedgerows clinquant with frost but no sign,
just a skim of ice on the cut
and the early morning chaos of the local rookery where the birds are busily preparing for the breeding season. The local ducks are also pairing, or tripling, up for nesting, fights between drakes are breaking out, usually with the duck egging them on. Sorry, pun unintentional. I suppose I could mention feathers really flying but that would be a pun too far even for me.