Pulborough Brooks, West Sussex I’ve the reserve to myself, save for a flock of bullfinches and the geese and geese accumulating on the flooded fields
Small black clouds of starlings fly up from the fields and whirr for a brief distance earlier than dropping again into the lengthy grass. Seven Canada geese name to one another as they fly previous, descending onto the flooded fields to hitch the opposite geese and geese accumulating there earlier than nightfall. I cross the brooks from the river Arun, my boots sinking into the tender, easy mud. On the patches which have remained in shadow all day, the bottom continues to be frozen and it crunches underfoot. Darkish gray cloud slowly spreads from the north-east.
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