There was a cacophony of noise in the sky

about fifty large birds in typical v formation flew by

they are off for their winter sojourn

by the lac at perrydieux

normally this would be a simple pass through

for these magnificent birds known as gru

This afternoon the forecast is heavy rain

although this will not stop our rugby game

Milou is off chasing wind born leaves

in and out of the already muddy lanes she weaves

I woke this morning to a familiar chomp and a chew

i looked, she stopped, cocked an ear as if to say what's up with you

i-pod earphones, a handmade belt, two leather collars, socks and pants to name but a few

together with the frames and the doors

that have become victims of her devastating jaws

We are late again the sun is low

the lake is covered with a golden glow

the past few days have seen some storm

but the last few days are mild and warm

A dragonfly flits and glitters in the late afternoon sun

we are up in the hills for this evenings run

one side of the church is lit in pink

as the sun starts slowly to sink

The skies of the countryside are coloured chalky grey

it is an extremely wet and blustery day

for Milou it is still bags of fun

As all she wants is a jolly good run

puddles to splash and puddles to drink

allowing me the time to reflect and think

We trod on a golden path that has now become the floor

black pigs snuffling, was about all we saw

early on we stopped to talk

but Milou pulled and tugged insistent on her walk