More October

I suffer (or am blessed?) with mild prosopagnosia (Google it!) which means that even if I’ve just had a half hour conversation with you, I might not recognise you tomorrow. If you’ve got a dog I’ll prolly know that!
Can I please become Scottish before next indyref.
Thank you.

I recommend that on those occasions where there is more than one pic at a time you look at ’em as big as possible.

Second of the Month

There’s a couple of greylags that seem to have taken up residence on the pond. One has apparently been molting for a while now.

The great crested grebe family, or what’s left of it, usually stay in the centre of the pond.

Autumn is possibly my favourite season (at least until winter comes).

Sunday the Third

Technically this pic of Notmycat was taken on the third – actually at 12:30 am on Saturday night. This is his chosen kipping place on a back pack on a swivel chair.

Round the pond. Fat bottomed garden spiders are sitting in their webs among the brambles. At a quarter past four the sun is quite low and turns the picture to silhouette. Away from the sun the view east along the pond is totally different. As winter approaches lichen becomes more visible in the midst of haws slowly turning from red to black.

I find churches, the older the better, quite fascinating. Their towers and spires provide landmarks for miles around. In the distance is Saint Anne’s tower under an interesting sky. The cob swan posed for the pic. From the South East you can see to the whole of the pond. Lastly Notmycat staring out at sparrows on the path.

The Fourth be with you

Hoverflies are becoming rarer and more somnolent with the cooler weather.
Don’t know why I like dock bugs, but I do.
Once a year there’s a three metre or so stretch of ‘pixie hat’ mushrooms alongside the towpath that lasts for two days.

A near dead hawthorn, I thought that it was elder until it sprouted a few leaves and later a couple of berries, has some rather fine mosses and lichens.
As I remarked above I like churches. Here’s Saint Anne’s far and near.

More lichen, this one’s on a hawthorn hedge.There’s a few teasels round here but not many. Blackberries aren’t sweet in October.*

*There’s a rule against eating blackberries after September 29 coming from the story of the Archangel Michael, for whom the day is named. Michael, the greatest of all angels, defeated the angel Lucifer in a huge battle and banished him from heaven, the lore goes. At that point Lucifer became the devil. When Lucifer bounced onto the floor of hell, he landed in a thorny blackberry bush. (Naturally when you land in hell, you land end-first in a bunch of thorns.) This made him so mad that he spit on the bush and cursed its fruit. National Geographic

At the top of the road behind my flat is a thorny bush. Here are about thirty sparrows in the bush.

Taking the Fifth

Purest of chances that I saw and snapped this. It wasn’t until I saw it on my screen that I realised that I had caught a great crested grebe juvenile flying along the pond – a first for me.

This little hedgehog was in the grass next to the footpath where dogs are often walked so I moved it to a safer distance under bushes.

A couple of crows on the cricket field – they look as if they’re walking along the boundary rope.

Thought that this was a rather pretty view of one of the cygnets on the pond with its mother with the other young ones behind.

The Sixth of October

This is an old picture from May of ‘Notmycat’, neighbours have now told me that they like him and would like to take him as and when they move in the near future. 😀

I’ve a grapevine in my garden: nothing to do with me – ’twas here when I moved into the flat.

Every time that I see my grapes I think of this song:

In September when the grapes are purple
Marguerite pick the grapes with me
There are silver bells upon her fingers
All the little boys come out to see

Ma belle Marguerite
So beautiful to see
Les mains de ma petite
Marguerite pick the grapes with me.
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay,
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay.
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay,
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay.

In October when they fill the wine press
Marguerite treads the grapes with me
Marguerite has the feet of angels
All the little birds come out to see

Ma belle Marguerite
So beautiful to see
Les pieds de ma petite
Marguerite tread the grapes with me.
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay,
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay.
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay,
Ting -a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling- a-ling-a-ling-ay.

In December when the wind is blowing
And the snow is on the Bois d’Issy
Sunshine still is in the golden glasses
Marguerite drink the sun with me
Ma belle Marguerite
So beautiful to see
La bouche de ma petite
Marguerite drinking wine with me
Marguerite drinking wine with me

Ma belle Marguerite

Birds are mostly hidden by foliage but insects (and arachnids) are obvious.


Still a few dragonflies about. It’s easier by far to photograph them when they bask – this one’s on the footpath at my feet.

There are quite a few cats that hunt in the bushes on the John Street side of the pond.

There are several dog rose bushes around the pond and canal. They are now full of glowing red hips.

Silk button spangle galls on oak leaf, caused by Neuroterus numismalis

Spiders are ubiquitous – this one’s made its web on the concrete and metal fence at the top of the pond.

Moss on dead branch

There are still a few, very few, alder beetles making lace of the leaves.

Ladybirds haven’t been at all common this year. Here are four disparate ones that are all variations of the notorious harlequins.

For a classy finish:

Notmycat” in his usual place


Published by Roger

One thought on “More October

  1. Again, a delightful selection of photographs. I had to look up indyref! A quick glance at the silk button spangle galls made me wonder what a photograph of a brain was doing in this collection.



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