One toothed sheep

After completing the first phase of my latest report, I decided  I needed some fresh air. I first tried one of the footpaths heading towards Castor Hanglands, but it was so muddy and unpleasant that I soon turned back. Castor village was a lot more civilised! I went to visit the sheep grazing in the churchyard - this one had a particularly devilish air - not entirely appropriate. 

On my way back to the car I saw at least eight red kites, several of which were calling - such a gentle sound from a large and fearsome looking bird. Spring is certainly in the air...