Wolves Wild

Two of the carrion crows resident in West Park, going bout their daily business.

Another day in the hectic life of the West Park turtle.

White flowers against the blue sky on a tree behind Compton lock. From a distance, I thought it was either a cherry or an apple. When I saw the flowers, I began to have doubts.

One of the many coots on West Park lake, rushing to get somewhere else on the water  for no discernible reason.

One of the West Park moorhens seemed intent on trampling down a patch of daisies as it searched for food.

Copper beeches coming into leaf. From the numbers of mature trees scattered around the city, they were highly fashionable early last century, perhaps even late in the century before.