You know what’s coming don’t you?
Just pics of the pond and canal.
May – second chunk
Deep lock and back is all.
Orange tips are increasingly common.
Now here’s a boat name I’ve not come across before: “The Nobby Ferchar”.
The speckled wood was rather battered – presume it was an overwinterer.
Blackbirds are so common that I don’t often snap ’em but this one posed.
The great tit was hunting along the wall behind “The Mews” (as they’ve rather pretentiously named the houses at the junction of Dock Road and Sandhill Street)
Wagtails are attractive birds, this one, a grey, has a beakful of insects presumably for its infants’ meal.
In the top of our block of flats there’s a blackbirds’ nest.
Quite what this male sparrow was up to I’ve no idea, but it bobbled about like that for quite a few minutes.
Down Stubbing Lane and up the farm track opposite the rugby club.
Blue tits are cute, no?
The horse was all alone – last year there were three or four.
The green veined white was flitting along cow parsley flower to flower – might have been two butterflies – they’re cunning little beasts.
Dunnocks are very easy to mistake as sparrows.
Chaffinches are for some reason increasingly tuneful.
Another one of those ‘birds on the wire’ this time a robin.
Ever looked at a male mallard’s head feather colours? Really brilliant and varying by the angle you catch them.
This is the closest I’ve managed to photograph a magpie.
One of the few Hugin panorama pics I’ve put in this blog; the rose garden on The Canch:
And a pied wagtail to finish the day.
All around, but specially on Shireoaks Woodlands, bird’s foot trefoil are burgeoning. The name’s from the seed pods which do look rather like an avian foot. Most dandelions have gone to seed by now but there’s always new ones blooming.
Sparrows are still quite common round here. Some parts of the country they are becoming rare, apparently.
Can’t be sure what white ducks should be called – they seem to have no trouble mating with mallards. The fish is a bream – caught by ex-miner Pete as I walked past. There’s a trio of goats near the sports club – their eyes are really weird!
I am really surprised to have arrived at the grand old age of seventy one! My childhood buddies mostly shuffled off …etc. etc … at much younger ages. I haven’t led a life of the kind which might be expected to give long life. Until about three years ago* I smoked twenty to forty cigs a day and until about ten or fifteen years ago I drank at least five, and often eight, pints of beer a day. I’ve never exercised although I now walk up to ten miles a day – but in a very leisurely way.
That’s all, folks – off to bed – it’s 01 36 AM