Faeries

Our little dog has an instinct when something is not quite right and she hates going into this oak wood. She will just suddenly stop and will not move at all......She did it this morning and we stopped and listened and could here the patter of tiny feet scurrying around in a glade. As we approached the noise got louder and was suddenly gone, all that was left was rustling brown leaves and this!!!!!!
Back blip 24th Aug.....Osprey