I wonder why I dislike sycamore trees so much.
Most trees are graceful, beautiful or have attractive blossom or fruits.
Sycamores are horrid in every aspect.
Dispersal method – scattering propellerised individual seeds over huuuge distances.
Fertility – seeds appear to grow into treelets with almost unfailing regularity
with little regard for appropriateness of position.
They dribble sticky goo to anything below.
They drive out other trees by growing bloody fast and crowding them out.
Sycamores are thought to have been introduced to the UK sometime in the Middle Ages and are therefore foreigners and should be expelled! (UKIP take note!)
Eleventh of April
Walked up to Thorpe Top Lock and back via the feeder and Brancliffe Grange farm. MMW[link]
Brancliffe farm is usually the first place that I see swallows every year.
Wild garlic (Ramsons)
Conker tree blossom
Spiral courting peacock butterflies
Swallow over Brancliffe farm
Through the oilseed rape
Very tatty Peacock butterfly
The uploading process for some reason seems to randomise the order of these pics. Sorry.
Pear tree blossom
Single pear tree flower
Goldfinch checking his toes
Pair of goldfinches
Pheasant in the oilseed rape
Perching on a telly aerial – goldfinches
Looking fat – a chaffinch
In full evening dress – a tufted duck
A pair of tufties
The pear tree on the bank above the pond is beautiful when in blossom. A white fountain against the greenery.
Getting quite blasé about tufteds. They used to be overwinterers only but seem to be staying on longer this year. Aren’t they cute?
I said that goldfinches were increasingly common somewhere, didn’t I?
Shireoaks and back:MMW[link]
Small tortoiseshell on a dandelion
Overhead – landing at Robin Hood?
Pear tree fountain
I look up to him because …
Taking advantage of the closed footpath
More blossom – pear blossom
Still on the nest
Peacock warming up
Silver birch catkins
Cake and a cruise
Up in the wild blue yonder
Peacock with folded wings
On the school field
With a beakful
There’s the pear tree glowing white.
Cock pheasants are often audible – a harsh, grating croak, but not so often seen. A couple of years ago a pair nested and bred in one of the small copses on the north side of the pond but now that all the fences have been removed they won’t again. The only place remaining out of frequent human interruption is the swampy area to the north west.
Oilseeed rape with St Johns in the distance
Big fluffy dandelion
Dunno, but there’s quite a bit about
Peacock butterfly in quite good condition
Two views of a peacock
Still on t’ nest
On the (under construction) footpath
Mr & Mrs
Ménage à trois of peacocks
Spirally courting peacocks
Fungus and moss
‘Shroom and moss
Forget me not