I made this picture a couple of months ago. These things were growing like mad under the shade of a Rowan Tree and they were just about to go over. The foxgloves had all gone and these were the last of the colours as the autumn started to take hold. This is a wooded area where we often see Pheasant feeding themselves up in the autumn and the males like having the odd battle over grazing rights. In the spring the Pheasant will be wandering around here looking for a mate and displaying by rapid beating of the wings and a loud call. The males will be fighting again, this time over the females.