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Yellow leaves are starting to creep in amongst the green foliage on the trees, the Birch being the first to turn, and its leaves starting to fall in the breeze. Lots of squirrels were busily collecting hazel nuts along the lanes this morning, they should have a good store for winter this year.
On the river was a huge flock of canada geese , about sixty to seventy birds, all honking and flapping in the water, with a group of quiet and graceful swans looking at them in a slightly superior manner! The family of gooseanders that I've seen recently were nowhere to be seen, though they often go further up stream towards the windmill.
The hedgerows are scattered with the red berries of rosehips and hawthorn and the Oak trees this year are laden with acorns.
Rich Days-William Henry Davies.
WELCOME to you rich Autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
When golden stocks are seen in fields,
All standing arm-in-arm entwined;
And gallons of sweet cider seen
On trees in apples red and green.
With mellow pears that cheat our teeth,
Which melt that tongues may suck them in;
With blue-black damsons, yellow plums,
Now sweet and soft from stone to skin;
And woodnuts rich, to make us go
Into the loneliest lanes we know.