Saturday, 20 September 2014
Swainson, Swainson, Swainson (20140918) An early run on my own.
Well, the wife's uncle slept in this morning. He claims we had our wires crossed about the pick up time, but "I don't think so Tim!" . So I headed out on my own maybe a little later than I would have if I knew I was going solo. This first Swainson of the morning was initially picking grasshoppers off the field, it then popped up onto this fencepost. If you look close you can see the pink morning sun in its eye.