This morning I worked in the forest. I felled a dead tree and gathered wood. Some of this will go for firewood and some will be buried in my next wood-heap garden bed (a small scale version of hugelkultur that I started doing last year and found to be effective against the summer drought). It is hard work cutting and hauling wood, but very satisfying.
Overhead geese are migrating. This morning they were, for some reason, flying in circles over the forest, crying loudly right overhead. I sat and watched them for a while. eventually they formed into four V shapes, one behind the other, and flew off toward the south.
A few months ago a small deputation came to inform me that the French government had decreed that all the wild mammals in the area were to be culled in order to stop the spread of bovine fever among meat animals on the farms. They asked me to sign a paper allowing them to come across my land. I refused. They were very understanding (they all know i am the eccentric Buddhist who lives on the hill) but said there was nothing i could do and that the leader of the local hunt would sign on my behalf explaining the circumstance. I don't know for sure if the cull took place because I was away travelling at the appointed time. However, I have since seen deer locally and this morning I saw tracks of sanglier (wild pig) as I was walking to the forest, so the cull cannot have been 100% efficient, which is some mercy.