Tummy rub?

I've met these pigs (a group of 8 or 9) a couple times foraging along the banks of Red Rise brook this pannage. These two rolled over like dogs to get their tummies rubbed, and enjoyed every minute of it. I was happy to be of service.

Winter Slostice

The dawn of the shortest day heralds the beginning of our journey back into the light; Winter Solstice is upon us. Celebrate as hope is rekindled, the Sun is reborn, and another cycle begins. The forest is always beautiful, though this morning it was particularly so. It so often is. Even so, it still never fails wow you. Muffled by the mists which hung heavily in the valleys and clung to the stands, the forest was bathed in an air of tranquillity; fitting for such an auspicious morning. Solstice Blessings /|\

New generation

 

After years of hosting, what had been my go to Mistletoe tree has gone, the hosts' life-force completely consumed by it's parasitic guest. Each year the mistletoe would increase it's spread until eventually it covered the entire tree. It became literally a mistletoe tree, and the bell tolled. Sad, though inevitable, nature is perpetual change. As if part of the plan over the years birds had deposited sticky mistletoe seeds in surrounding trees with many taking. With the old queen gone new hosts have stepped up, and the mistletoe community continues on. 

Up above the streets and houses

 

Rainbow climbing high, 

everyone can see it smiling, 

over the sky. 

Paint the whole world with a rainbow.