The scottish countryside; a fine place to live. Thick forests,high mountains and long fields, stretching for miles. And of course the huge variety of wildlife make this place it's home
it was a quiet evening. Rabbits bounced around in the tall grass,munching on the clovers and cowslips that grew among the shoots.A flock of jackdaws sat in the trees above, cawing loudly as if to see who could make the most noise possible. A female kestrel hovered above the tiny path,between the road and trees. She was searching for that mark that lead her to her prey. A rustle then a crack,and something was moving below her.Her eyes darted in every direction