On crossing duty with my favourite ladies this morning.
The swallows are flying around the riding stables, ducking through open doors, renovating old nests in the rafters. As ever I tried to capture one in flight - and failed miserably. Just as I was resigning myself to a long distance shot, this little fella landed on a post a few metres from me. It's only at this distance that you appreciate the plumage.
If only I'd had the camera ready a few minutes later as two swallows chased a small stoat across the paddock. By the time I'd raised the camera in the hope of the shot, this little animal had run the length of the paddock and disappeared.