Forgot to mention in the previous post that Michaelmas Day used to be on the tenth or eleventh of Oct. After this date the devil steals all the sweetness from blackberries.
Old Michaelmas Day falls on 11 October (10 October according to some sources – the dates are the result of the shift from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar). According to an old legend, blackberries should not be picked after this date. This is because, so folklore goes, Satan was banished from Heaven on this day, fell into a blackberry bush and cursed the brambles as he fell into them. In Yorkshire, it is said that the devil had spat on them. According to Morrell (1977), this old legend is well known in all parts of the United Kingdom, even as far north as the Orkney Islands. In Cornwall, a similar legend prevails, however, the saying goes that the devil urinated on them.Wiki
If anyone’s interested, I can confirm that they lose their sweetness as the month ages.
Don’t forget that you can click on pics to see ’em bigger.
Thursday 13th October 2016
It’s fungus season. Several clumps of mushrooms on t’ rugger field.
The grey wagtail was foraging above Deep Lock.
Above Shireoaks Woodlands a kestrel was circling.
There’s dozens, nay hundreds, of them on the many alder trees.
Why alder is planted on reclaimed land:
“[A]lder is particularly noted for its important symbiotic relationship with a nitrogen-fixing bacterium called Frankia alni. This bacterium is found in the root nodules. The bacterium absorbs nitrogen from the air and makes it available to the tree. Alder, in turn, provides the bacterium with sugars, which it produces through photosynthesis.”
“As a result of this mutually beneficial relationship, alder improves the fertility of the soil where it grows, and as a pioneer species, it helps provide additional nitrogen for the successional species which follow.”Woodland Trust
I like skies.
Worksop Manor Lodge from Shireoaks Woodlands.
A goldfinch on a treetop.
I really like skies!
The pond, like the neighbouring canal, is infested with rats. I don’t think there’s a twenty foot stretch around the pond where I’ve not seen a rat. Incidentally you shouldn’t feed bread to ducksC&RT.
I think this is a female blackbird but it might be a thrush.
The Lincoln → Sheffield railway passes over the footway above beautiful arched passages.
Pheasants vanish speedily when disturbed.
There’s loads of nightshade around one of Brancliffe Farm’s fields. I’m told it’s not deadly nightshade but woody nightshade. Potatoes, tomatoes and peppers are nightshades.
The autumnal trees are on Shireoaks Woodlands taken from Shireoaks Hall.
Don’t recall exactly where the bullfinch was.
Back at the pond the grebe was still patrolling.
The wagtail is on the Ryton.
Tufties on the pond.
The rugby field heron again.
Hoverfly on wild parsley.
The heron was initially on the parapet under the A57 bridge and flew off to the middle of the adjacent field.
Trolleys; they occasionally escape from supermarkets but don’t survive for long.
Haggonfield Lock and Bridge. Quite beautiful when dissociated from the A57 overpass.
Tits on hawthorn. Courting, playing or fighting?
I did mention that I like skies, didn’t I?
Flowers still need pollinating.
Shaggy ink cap.
A pair of crows.
Best pic I’ve managed of a kingfisher for ages. (!)
Think the yellow flower is hawkweed. Might be wrong of course.
Saplings bust their protective sleeves like strippers.
Rats on the canal bank and in the canal.
A beautiful rose in a Dock Road garden.
That’s all for now.