I shot this image earlier, an hour before sunset, whilst checking the cattle. The sky looked heavy, like a deluge might descend on the marsh at any moment, but it didn’t happen. The heronry was unusually quiet. Shining a torch on the bottom of the pond revealed a carpet of stationary toads waiting patiently for darkness. Shining a torch over the pond at 9pm would most likely light-up many hundred pairs of toad eyes.
The herd was content for a change; their heads down grazing. Blossom acknowledged my presence with a glance and a stifled moo or two, but the others ignored me. When I walked out of North Pond Pasture into the corridor, the cattle stayed-put; usually they moo, bellow, and troop after me hoping for the dregs of Buttercup’s pellet bucket. Even Buttercup preferred grazing this evening.