Finding magic

Magic for me is seeing wildlife and this weekend was magical.
When I am away I go out very early and in this quiet time, before most people are up,  I often get treats for my eyes and soul.

I get to meet foxes, even special survivor foxes like this one who has lost his tail like 'The Fantastic Mr Fox' of Roald Dahl's imagination.

 I see the warm reflection of dawn in icey marshland

The love paths of spring moles.

The crackle of frost.

The flight of  whooper swan and majestic ancient trees.

Now I am home and my seagull is peering down at me waiting to be fed.
Have a good week, find magic.