Second half of November

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16th November 2012

Robins are shouting heir territorial claims.

Robins are shouting their territorial claims.

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17th

Heron on Rhodesia quarry pond

Heron on Rhodesia quarry pond

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18th

Grey wagtail and goldfinch on a roof.

Grey wagtail and goldfinch on a roof.

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19th

There's a couple of folk who feed the ducks daily. The ducks see 'em well before they arrive.

There’s a couple of folk who feed the ducks daily. The ducks see ‘em well before they arrive.

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20th

Possibly my new favourite  birds for cuteness

Possibly my new favourite birds for cuteness

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22nd

Elusive jay

Elusive jay

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23rd

More long tailed cuteness.

More long tailed cuteness.

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24th

Beautiful lady mallard

Beautiful lady mallard

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25th

Crow in treetop

Crow in treetop


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26th

Sparrers in a sparrer bush

Sparrers in a sparrer bush

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28th

Couple of dogs at Brancliffe

Couple of dogs at Brancliffe

Fairly long walk to Turnerwood: Flickrlink


29th

Flock of goldfinches.

Flock of goldfinches.

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30th

Moon in the afternoon

Moon in the afternoon

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That’s all for November folks

Only 27 days behind.

A quick woosh through October

Butterflies becoming less apparent as the month goes on.
All these pics and more are on my Flickrlink


Wednesday the First of October 2014

Walked up to the doctors to book prescriptions. Went the long way round!

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September and on:

T’other day I set out on my usual daily walk. Coming through the bushes around the pond I saw a once familiar sight: a guy I used to see almost every day walking his dog – a white Jack/Staffy cross I think; name of Angel (the dog, not the guy). I haven’t seen him for a good while and said as much to him. “I’ve been in a coma for a month.” He said. I was about to ask more but he forestalled me with: “In ten minutes I’ll have forgotten meeting you, but I remember you from before.”

Anyhow: no chat – on with the pics:
All the pictures here are on my Flickrlink page under the appropriate date. If there’s a lot for a particular date I’ve put in a link.


15th Sept ’14


16th


17th

Omnipresent Robin

Omnipresent Robin


This tree's about 50ft from my door what tree is it?

This tree’s about 50ft from my door what tree is it?


18th

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19th>

Heron (Doin' The Buggerin' Off)

Heron (Doin’ The Buggerin’ Off)

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20th

To Scofton and back

To Scofton and back

Stable bridge with a Narrowboat

Stable bridge with a Narrowboat

Greenfinch

Greenfinch

Owl and pussycat guarding the West door of Scofton Church.

 

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22nd

Long Tailed Tit

Long Tailed Tit


23rd

Spinner

Spinner

Kes

Kes


24th

Robin on the fence

Robin on the fence


25th

Appeared at my back door  - loved cat food.

Appeared at my back door – loved cat food.


26th

Wasp attacking a comma butterfly

Wasp attacking a comma butterfly


27th

Hovering dragonfly

Hovering dragonfly

Spider wrapping up its dinner

Spider wrapping up its dinner


29th

Chiffchaff

Chiffchaff


30th September 2014

Boys will be boys (?)

Boys will be boys (?)

Cock pheasant walking across the field

Cock pheasant walking across the field

Try to snap the moon every month - not always successfully

Try to snap the moon every month – not always successfully

Only 2½ months to catch up now!

Second week of September

I either read or was told some years ago that oak trees are the single plant that supports more other species than any other. A bit of googling leads me to “up to 284 species of insect” and 324 varieties of lichens on any one tree. The number of insects feeds a population of birds. Jays, pigeons, pheasants, ducks, squirrels, mice, badgers, deer and pigs feast on acorns in the autumn. Something I didn’t know: Acorns are not produced until the tree is at least 40 years old. (from here)link“.


Cats and flying insects have a common ability: they have access to “warp drive”.
Many a time I have left my bedroom, with a cat sound asleep on the covers, to arrive in the kitchen to find the cat already waiting at his food dish without detectably passing me en route. Similarly a butterfly or dragonfly can jump from where you were watching it closely to appear seemingly instantly several yards away in the length of time it takes to raise a camera to the eye and focus.


September was Haligmonað – holy month or Hærfestmonað – harvest festival month to the “Old English”. I’m not sure when these “Old English” folk flourished – rootling round the web gives me 450CE to 1100CE
Ð(cap) or ð(lower) [eth] is pronounced like “th” in “the”; apparently it’s a “voiced fricative”.
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September beginneth

The header pic is the Chesterfield canal between Doefield Dun Lock and Shireoaks Low Bridge.

Charley’s dead

When I were a lad, girls would blush in shame if their petticoat, underskirt or slip was showing. The expression “Charley’s dead” was either shouted, to mock, or whispered, to covertly alert, the wearer when her underskirt was showing below the hem of her skirt or dress. Apparently the expression comes from the death of King Charles – he had pleasured so many ladies during his life that many lowered their petticoats in lieu of half-masting a flag.

Voluminous underskirts

Voluminous underskirts

In the late 50s – early 60s there was a period when lasses wore many underskirts which were starched or, rumour had it, soaked in sugar water to keep them stiffly expanded.
 

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Finishing August

Today’s header pic is a hypercute long tailed tit picking insects off a hawthorn.

Just did that thing — I hit the Publish button instead of Preview so my ‘followers’ will have got an email. Scrubbed that title so they won’t find it. Sorry!

Walking

When walking on barely trodden ground should you use existing tracks (rabbit tracks?) and thereby make them more defined or use unmarked ground and spread the damage? Which is more wildlife friendly – given that I’m gonna go AB whatever?


Poeming

Sometime in the last week I was reminded of an old pome:

There was a little girl,
      Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
      When she was good,
       She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

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