February walk

The day started with thrushes and a deer barking, the sun shining through early morning mist. I put on wellies to walk through the fields, past the woods along the stream, stopped to take a photo of some of the neighbour’s daffodils, the ones the sheep have left.

I always take a stick just in case, but by the time I reached the château, the tracks of wild boar were so fresh they were making me nervous.

I turned for home as the cranes were passing overhead, in their noisy, undisciplined formations. The wind was fierce up there, the skeins dissolving and the birds circling in directionless flocks. Tired and hungry, none wanted to take the leader’s place. In bird world, that’s the hardest, least enviable place of all.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

20 thoughts on “February walk”

      1. You can find out most things if you google. When you’ve seen one badger/fox/roe deer print you’ve seen them all. Boar are like massive deer prints. They also tend to turn the place over 🙂

  1. Boar are becoming quite a problem in many parts of the US. I did see a herd? Not sure what they are called–when visiting my parents once in Arizona. Mad creatures they seemed,
    But your trees and skies are quite beautiful, promising spring. (K)

    1. They’re a problem here because the hunters encourage them. Just so they can shoot them later. But they reproduce like any pig and they do a fair bit of damage to crops. They can be dangerous too if they’re cornered. I think a herd is called a sounder.
      The sky’s gone turbulent again. Big storms in the north and west. We got the tail end.

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