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.