The weather is atrocious. The wind picked up, rain keeps falling. The nuggets have completely disappeared. Some avian visits close to home: great tit, red-tailed black. We descend
Roquebillière, seeing the way the Thrush.
around 15 hours, sudden thinning: we go out walking along the Gordolasque downstream. No raptors in the distance a group of fifty crows over a watershed inhabited by chamois and ibex. Among the rocks, the wheatear and fleeing into the trees as we approached a group of rock sparrow. In return, passage of the hawk.
Around 18 o'clock in the bezel, crossing a small snowfield in the mid-buff glimpse of a canid wolf? Fox?
After dinner, new stroll down the Gordolasque. I took out the audio: a flick of the returns to the Grand Duke and the boreal owl, to no avail. The very sound of the river water at this time does not help.
night, Fox News visits, our little canine seems determined not to take his meal before our eyes. It comes, he shoots, he ferrets, he sniffs the air, looking toward the house with an uneasy and left. Tonight again, it will wait for the lights to clear the table.
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