By the Beck

As promised I wandered across to the beck this morning and cut down the poor owl, it just seemed right. I'm happy that it will return to nature, be eaten or suchlike, but I didn't like it just hanging from the tree. Odd, but there we have it.

I sat a while, not nearly mindful or contemplative enough, trying to remove the 'dis' stuck in front of my 'connected' . 

Eventually the flitting of this Golden Ringed Dragonfly and the sparkling of the water pulled me out of my reverie, he even settled for a moment.