I know that I wrote about the morning walk only a few posts ago, and here we are again, but this is a slightly different focus.
There are things about each walk; some never change, others are never the same. When I stepped out the door for this mornings walk, the chilled are made appreciate that I wore a fleece. A lovely blue sky, streaked with high thin clouds brightly lit by the rising sun promises a warming walk.
Especially the the skies are never the same. Sometimes, as I am walking toward the waterfront, I can lighting and clouds that I know will give a good picture. Of course that will change by the time I water front. Sometimes, you arrive at the waterfront with the clouds just right and that gives you a lovely sky.
Sometimes I see wildlife. Of course, there are the birds. The morning chorus is always different. This morning, there were a couple of crows on a roof shouting at each other, and I can usually hear the magpies shouting to each other. Then you get the more cheerful birds, blackbirds, robins, sparrows and starlings who always appear to be chattering.
Over the last couple of mornings I have had the delight of seeing a vixen with her cubs. Just lovely, and highlight the always changing content of the walk.