following on from the sal/grey for the moocher thread: A few days later i decided to take another walk down onto the rough grassland to see what was about. Scoob, charv and i took our time, weaving through the dead thistles that abound on such rough, uncultivated land. Little charv flushed a trio of snipe from some boggy rush and they zig-zagged off into the air until out of sight.