
Grim-faced, Rose gripped the wheel of the land-rover, like fighting an enraged bull she wrestled to keep to the track avoiding fallen branches and debris, reminders of last night’s storm. The song Rock a bye baby kept coming to mind. Finally she stopped, raised her binoculars and with tears in her eyes, finally smiled, the protected osprey nest still sat in the treetop.
Yes!!!
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