Recent rough weather marks the beginning of the end for fall. Each season has it's own distinctive face and personality, and the face of the forest is changing. Autumns' window begins to close. As the russet coloured bracken battered by rain bows out and the canopy's thinning allows light into the under-story and reveals views through the stands, so the forest is slowly adopting it's open winter persona. It's noticeably quieter out here now. And why not. It's been a difficult year for forest and it's inhabitants, so with rutting over and the growing season done, the forest world retires for a well deserved period of R&R until the seeds awaken on springs' approach. Anyone wanting to catch the last hurrah of the autumn tints shouldn't leave it too long, each day the depth of leaf litter deepens.
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