Photos taken on my daily (well almost daily) walks. Some alone and some with Molly the dug.
Most weeks I walk Molly thrice – her owner works in Nottingham so travelling time and stuff means she’d be alone for ages. He’s on an awful zero hours contract so can’t be sure what he’ll be working any particular week. She’s a lovely wee dug – at first glance I thought she was a Scotty but she’s actually a Jack Russel type – albeit a bit long haired. She’s quite obedient – comes when called – but chases cats with glee. I’ll have to ask how old she is, she’s no pup.
Tuesday 13th September ’16
Here’s a map of the day’s walklink 3.3 miles. That’s my walk – Molly probably covered twice that distance.
Round the pond after collecting Molly. Still the most common butterfly is the speckled wood but I just caught a red admiral disappearing in the trees. The spider wasn’t one of the familiar web builders but a slimmer beast altogether. As usual dragonflies are only snappable when at rest.
The horse, Molly’s friend, on its paddock, has eyelashes that would make any woman jealous.
Rose hips and hawthorn haws add colour to the hedgerows and provide food for birds and small mammals over winter.
Hawthorns are home to lichens throughout the year but they are much more visible in the winter.
Here’s yet another speckled wood, definitely the commonest butterfly around.
And here’s a quintet of brand new bramble leaves.
When the conditions are right I try to photograph the moon – cloud often prevents success as does also the fact that the bloody moon rises and sets at stupid times without consideration – I like my kip.
Wednesday 14th September
Once again the moon – approaching full.
Terrapin, if the sun’s out then so’s at least one of them, having a bask.
Usual type of spider waiting for dinner to deliver itself to the web.
Bobbly sky over the pond.
Thursday 15th September
The beast on the footpath is a (brown?) hawker dragonfly female. See herelink.
Hiding in the grass is a grasshopper – camouflaged as a stalk of grass.
Flying over the pond is a gull – no certain idea what breed – black headed perhaps.
I’m often amazed at the abilities of animals. Spiders make the most intricate of webs with a brain the size of a pinheadlink.
Dragonflies occasionally pose for the camera. This one was particularly well behaved. Hawker, but whichlink?
Hoverflies don’t just hover, they like to feed on flowers, this one was on convolvulus.
Up the canal.
The heron had forsaken its pitch on the rugby field for the grass across from Lady Lee bridge just below Sandy Lane. It was making slow and stately progress towards the canal.
Just above the Lock Keeper pub there’s a few roses growing through the bushes.
Every now and then nature provides a picture that must be taken. The reeds bending to meet their reflection cried out.
Another brown dragonfly, this time perched on burdock burrs.
As I’ve said elsewhere, ivy flowers provide food for insects and then later fruits for birds.
Another hoverfly, this time on fleabanelink.
Ladybird larvae are quite common; think this is a harlequin larva.
Crane flies or daddy-long-legs are ubiquitous but their size and shape camouflages them well.
Did you know that oak trees don’t produce acorns until they are forty years old? I read that somewhere and can’t find it again – sounds dodgy to me.
Common blue butterflies have been a bit hen’s teethy this year, this is one of the few I’ve seen.
The rather large brilliant yellow flower is, as twitter tells me, an evening primrose. Looks nothing like a primrose!
Walking back down the canal, there’s a tree I’ve snapped often. It’s dead and stands now purely as a support for the ivy that engulfs it.
I think this is a different heron tucked away on the bywash of Doefield Dun Lock
Not a Molly walk day:
On the rugby field the heron at the unmown end.
Long tailed tits are becoming more apparent as they roam through hawthorns in small flocks.
Lichen is really quite attractive.
Molly much prefers to go round the eastern end of the pond. Probably ’cause it’s longer and therefore extends her walk but also for the swimming chances.
The snail was tucked away in a gap in the fencing on the canal.