It has been four months since I placed Quarry Man into the landscape back in February. The last time I saw him, buzzards were enjoying him as an outlook post and meeting place. I so wish I had one of those movement trigger and time-lapse cameras set up, to see what visitors he had. Animal tracks pass right by him; hares, deer and birds have all paid him a visit. This visit, after such a long break, I was surprised at how much he had eroded back into the landscape. I was hoping maybe some of his glacial clay form remained for me to mould and cast, but nature put a stop to that. I love how the elements have taken control, this was a very exposed site, right on the edge, catching the full force of the wind and rain. All that greeted me was a woven ball of willow whips still stuffed with straw keeled over to one side as if he had been dragged there. Maybe the buzzards found his collapsing features a threat and decided to pull him apart, who knows. When I took a closer look at the surrounding area, bird droppings were the evidence of their presence. One had even left me a gift, a soft parcel of fur, feathers and bones, this pellet could have been left by any number of bird species, I shall never know. When the quarry is quiet at night the wildlife take over, a private safe place away from human's imposing activity, until the morning.
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