The Spider sits poised. Both front legs feeling the tension on the web. She has spent much of the day on repairs and is waiting for more prey. She has been waiting for a while. The fly paper waits less digestively, but again less action. There is some buzzing but it is random and not so busy. And not so near.
Out on the path a cluster of snails meet in the centre. Shells upward.
Butch and Sundance have had a genial day, a late lunch followed by some soggy hunting. Butch climbed the oak tree and then made a random descent. Sundance manages such an elegant dismount, but big Butch bends the branches too far and always slips off the end at the last moment. With a shake and a look round he trotted off for further insights into life in the hedgerow.
Bristling Millie strode past. She continues to be concerned about the scoring system, did she get the recent point or did Butch? And earlier, what about TC. Confident of her Marcus and Matthew, the others were getting less amenable.
A blackbird pecked at a rotting apple with determination. Sundance was mesmerised until Butch moved off. Now where is he off to? Better make sure he knows where he is this time....
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