Feather

Went for a long walk with Fred. Watched three hen harriers (mother and two offspring I think) take out a crow. Of course, I had the wrong lens with me.

I took quite a few photographs and could've blipped at least two of them! But settled instead on this owl feather.

The end is in sight. This time next week we should be back in the house (not camping in two rooms) and the first batch of our belongings - from pots and pans to clothes and shoes - can come out of storage. Fingers crossed.