I was walking the dogs close to my home yesterday - it is a pathway that winds around a ravine around a golf course. So, to my left is manicured green perfection, and to my right it is wild, prickly and grassy and just as nature intended. I like the diversity!
The location is probably about a mile from the river and half a mile from a small golf course lake.
So imagine my amusement when I saw this in the middle of the footpath.
Yes, it's a very dead fish. How random. (Photo quality not great as taken with phone.)
There had been a terrific thunderstorm the night before with very high winds and horizontal rain - I wondered if the fish had somehow been picked up from the lake and hurled hundreds of metres away? But I'm not entirely sure that the lake would even have fish (it's one where the golfers get to practise their shots and the golf balls land in the water - surely there would be several concussed fish each day?!)
Or maybe it's nothing so exciting as flying fish in thunderstorms - and perhaps a lost heron just dropped his lunch on the way home?
Regardless, the dogs were intrigued.