The Mystery of the Migrating Footballs.
Sunrise: 08.17 Sunset: 04.13
A view of the southern end of the north pasture, alongside the withy wood.
The second image shows a ripped apart football I found here this afternoon. I don’t know if the cattle have fought over it, or whether the foxes are the culprits, or both.
I find footballs all over the marsh, but have no idea how they get there. Obviously, the balls float down the river and get stuck in our last rubbish raft – I don’t know how the balls migrate inland from there. I am thinking the cattle are moving them around.
There are large and small teeth marks in the leather ball casing. This is just one of the marsh’s many mysteries.
Very interesting!
It’s the foxes… I suspect! (or the Druids…) 🙂
I’ve not come across Druids on the marsh yet, Thomas. Maybe it’s the cattle and the foxes playing tricks on me.
Too funny… Sounds like inspiration for a children’s story!
Is that the story about the marsh childen being trampled to death by the marsh cattle as they tried to retrieve their football from the jaws of the marsh foxes?
Seems foxes and cows are playing football. Great photo if you can catch them playing.
It would be, Alex.