The wild verges and hedgerows that have been pushing onto the quieter roads of the Forest have reached a pause where the attrition caused by passing traffic has matched their verdure. Although the warmth of the weather still encourages growth, the rate of rainfall has abated somewhat and so these swelling green borders have been both slowed and also now thinly coated in dust. Summer, already a month and a half old, is beginning to look tired.
Above the traffic level, all is well and green. Huge crops of seeds and fruit are ripening and, in some places, falling. Beech mast paving is a thing. Driving across the Forest this morning my eye was drawn from the road edges to the variety of standard trees I pass. The rowans were glowing with jewelled fruits and on counting them I found eight examples where I would have guessed maybe three previously.
Foals are looking less spindly, although their appearance is still dominated by limbs and joints. Young birds are foraging for themselves and growing into their full-size plumage. Adult birds are giving up their territorial squabbles and returning to fighting over simpler disagreements, such as food items.
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