A Snipe battling into the teeth of a gale that was hard to stand still in this morning was an amazing sight. Some incredible forces must be present to impel the poor thing into that behaviour. Makes you wonder about all kinds of things - how much do we choose and how much are we all just captives of our own internal impulses? At least it was going somewhere for something. Why on earth was I there?
A nice hard-to-come-by year tick whichever way you look at it.
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