Sunday, 9 June 2019

Walked out under a bright crescent moon to see my first nightjar this season.

Silhouetted against a crystal clear cyan sky, sweeping over the meadow, jinking, twisting and turning -  out mothing in the gloaming.

Monday, 3 June 2019

Found another treasure this morning, attached to the old tin shed.

A perfectly formed paper thin abandoned hornets nest.

Crafted out of chewed wood; a pale brown, spun sphere

Double skinned with a tiny piece of hexagonal comb concealed in the roof.

No hornets spotted as yet this year.

Saturday, 1 June 2019

Time to rescue the ancient Bramley Tree.

Layers of debris were removed from the base of the tree, leaving a protective barrier of mesh to avoid damage from sheep grazing.

Sitting there on the bark was a beautiful male stag beetle, brown and shiny like a glazed pretzel!

Friday, 17 May 2019

Seen my first fox in the garden just as the sky darkened and threatened rain.

She looked in perfect condition and definitely acted as if she owned this space.

May have to reconsider the idea of keeping chickens!

Tuesday, 14 May 2019

The starlings have arrived!

All was quiet in the hidden garden until the mob of rowdy youngsters barged in.

Shiny, iridescent green, chattering at the top of their scratchy voices.Full of raw energy.

Bullying each other for their favoured perch, the smaller birds long gone.

All rough and tumble around the feeder until suddenly they're off in a swirl of wings, leaving the garden strangely quiet!

Wednesday, 8 May 2019

A whole new project ahead....

First things first, we installed our two beehives in orchid paradise.

Timed perfectly for an explosion of blossom.

Prepared the first no dig vegetable bed to start things growing.

Sheep arrived yesterday to graze the meadows except the wildflower patch which is still full of bluebells, cuckoo flower and cow parsley.

Garden birds fill the trees. 2 casualties so far; one sparrow hawk & one perfect sparrow!

Monday, 6 June 2016

Must get blogging again!
Stopped in our tracks by a flying stag beetle.
Inelegant in the air but so amazing on the ground.
It struggled to pack away its delicate orange wings, like stuffing a parachute back in its bag.
Then trundled off to find a mate.