Grazing on a Sunny Evening

The light was gorgeous last night on the moor - if you could drink it I think I'd be hungover this morning, in a good way (if that's possible...)

I think though that maybe Baildon Moor is a giant anthill, as the ground was teeming with them... and they had wings...

And every time on the moor we see the kestrels now. I think they're kestrels?

It really is a magical place to be on those evenings.

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Thanks for the love for Got Grapes - I'm sure she'd be happy even if I didn't have any grapes :o)