^ Gosh, those things are all very
human, aren't they?
I was thinking more along the lines of watching a flock of migratory redwings and fieldfares, eagerly pecking at fallen apples on the cold, frosty ground; with the weak winter sun barely managing to rise above the silhouetted branches of the bare orchard trees, before setting once more.
I guess it's a good thing that we're all different though.
[And we did at least have the apples in common - for your mulled cider!]
