Thursday 20 October 2011

a sloe poo

I'm snug in my parka, the wind is on the lively side of fresh. We're out on the water meadows by the Severn, up in Gloucestershire, looking for sloes. The first bushes we see have been stripped. But we find some, by and by.


A big white bird. Was that an egret? Seemed to be a bit lively for an egret, but it isn't the sort of day for a lazy, indifferent sort of herony flap across the sky. Two decidedly herony herons unfold from behind the hedge and circle away. A crow rises over the same hedge and is flung skyward by the wind.

Two wheatears are bobbing in the grass by Littleton Warth. Then they up and fly off, showing the white arses that give them their name.

There's fox poo, carefully deposited on a rock for maximum effect. It's full of blackberry pips. I imagine the fox, carefully pulling the blackberries off the bramble with its teeth. Further along, there's badger poo, full of sloe stones. But I didn't take a picture of that, because a car had driven over it and it wasn't so picturesque. You know how it is, when you're photographing poo.



6 comments:

  1. LOL! Whatever turns you on...

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  2. I have a collection of heart-shaped poo pictures ...

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  3. I love the idea that badgers eat sloes. Do you think they soak them in gin first?

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  4. It sounds like a cocktail. A long sloe poo on a rock, maybe.

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  5. I'm surprised that foxes ate blackberries. I suppose once you've tried takeaways you'll eat anything.

    er.. nice pic

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  6. All part of life's rich pageant, Caroline! I imagine William Blake would have written a poem about it. Had he been there. Probably.

    I <3 heart shaped poo pictures, Deborah.

    I imagine badgers are more single malt drinkers, Anne. I guess that TH White and Kenneth Grahame are to blame for that entirely unsubstantiated opinion.
    If it isn't one yet, Liz, I'm sure it will be before long. What ingredient could symbolise the poo, I wonder?
    Foxes seem pretty adventurous in their cuisine, Anji. They even took to digging up the gravel in the front garden, to get at the fat in the kitchen drain.

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