Nothing stirred in the hollow dark
And feeling my way with my hands on the bark
Of trunks that lined the shadowed way
I sensed them gently move and sway
Only the topmost leaves were whispering
Yet sure a thousand ears must be listening:
I found an armchair made of the flutes
Of a buttressed beech with knuckled roots
And settled down to hear and see
What sights and sounds might around me be.
These images are from a motion activated infra-red game camera that Aidan bought me for father's day this Spring.
The camera is relocated from time to time, strapped to a tree trunk or branch stuck in the ground.
The photos were made in the acre of woodland I own directly behind my house.