Above the wood,  the red breast bird tumbled down like a falling leaf,  its eye as black as living water.       . 


A narrow track, carved nose to tail by a hundred sheep, led to the silage, scattered where the deer had come down from the hill. 


Two stags clashed over the salt lick, embedded in a drift like a millstone. Fearing the prod, expectant ewes watched and chewed.  


And under the tree, a platoon of Redwings with bandaged brow and bloodied flanks tossed at the leaf litter in despair.