As I walk the path to the place where I dump the waste from mucking out the pigeons, ducks and hens, in the woodland garden, I have noticed a daily increase in cast off broken snail shells. No doubt the remnants of a hard earned meal of either a thrush or perhaps a blackbird. Small stable stones on the path used to bash the shells so breakfast can be gained.
Yesterday I found a wing along the path. Perhaps breakfast was cut short for some unlucky diner? No doubt one of my young cats, or maybe the local feral. Or even the blasted fox could have made quick work of the little bird.
Either way I felt a few photographs needed to be made.
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