Osney Mead

In the morning I found this bird’s wing on one of the beds at the allotment. What happened to the rest of the bird and how the wing got there I don’t know. There was no sign of struggle. Just this momento mori.

Hidden in the Stipa gigantea at the back of the allotment. A clutch of Mallard eggs. A few days later I found the nest and eggs were destroyed.