Sunday, April 29, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
finally, with a great deal of whirring and clicking and general pandemonium, the mistle fledglings have just appeared. They tend to try and pretend they do not exist by keeping very still until you approach just a bit too close.
I met Freddy Fisher, our local post man, in the woods today with his springer spaniels. He told me a lot about the land between Old Mill and Luckett; after the first world war the land was used to provide gardens and allotments for unemployed local men. This explains why there are so many unusual plants in this area. Freddy is a mine of information which should be taken down and recorded for posterity.
all of a sudden there are lots of brimstone butterflies in the woods, the top photo is on bluebells, not our lovely native variety but the big fleshy Spanish variety, and the bottom photo is on campion for contrast. They are very quick in flight and rarely seem to settle with wings spread.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
although this scene looks tranquil the water is foul; it is full of nitrites, nitrates and slurry and anything else the modern agribusiness can flush down the river. The detergents make the water foam up, and it is full of algae. When you look around the only crop anyone cares about is cash, and soon the world will be covered in cash and everything else will be dead. This isn't husbandry, it's murder.