This has been an amazing week for wildlife in these little hills. Those of you who have a romantic view of nature will not be very happy. Yesterday on the way back home from hacking out on the horses we came around the bend at our house to see a young hawk, on the ground on a pigeon. They then proceeded to fly away with the hawk hanging onto his prey but it was a bit big so it got away. How it will survive without all the feathers it lost I wonder?
This morning I saw a stoat rush accross the road on my way back from deeding the pigs and looking at the sheep.
Unfortunately I have no photographic proof of the wild life as it just happened. You will have to take my word for it.
As Nicholas is away this week I have taken over dog walking duty so I take the old road on the hill just below us and this is a shot of the standing stone on this road. I think this grassy road is part of the old Graignamanagh to New Ross road. It could also have been a mass path from the mountains maybe?
As I walk this ancient road I am always filled with a sense of gratitude and feel a connection with the past. I am reminded why I moved to this quiet spot and as I watch the dogs hunt I feel a connection with people who lived off the land and understood how nature worked.
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