More pics from yesterday's exhausting walk

Well?  Why waste them?  A wee poem for you.

The Clachnaharry Sparrows are a cheery little bunch
They chirp away in bushes,
On seeds they like to munch.
(You might just catch their twittering,
as you’re heading for your lunch.)
 
The Clachnaharry Sparrows are a bit like you and me
They have their little squabbles,
and then come home for tea.
 
The Clachnaharry Cats have telescopic eyes
They never miss a bloody thing
Their trick is pure surprise.
 
The Clachnaharry Corbies sit crawing on telephone lines
Like the Birds, in that film, they look malevolent
Not atoning for their crimes.
 
The Clachnaharry Boozers drink only Fyner Ale
“A pint of Jarl will do me, just put it on the slate.”
 
Reader: That last bit didn’t rhyme. I want my money back.