As I made a cup of tea this morning I was marvelling at the beauty of the golden birch leaves, the garnet colour of the acer and the grey tinge of frost on the grass and mist in the sunrise.

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And then I saw some movement in the field behind our garden: a fox was hunting down a pheasant. Quite pleased with itself, it trotted back to its den with its breakfast in its mouth.

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I was far too ecstatic at the remarkable event to eat mine.