A journal
A journal -
ambles near and far
the fauna and flora I met along the way
And some of the things I thought as I journeyed.
ambles near and far
the fauna and flora I met along the way
And some of the things I thought as I journeyed.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Its good to be back - damsels and butterflies
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Four birds from afar
Friday, 13 May 2011
Moths and a beetle

Sunday, 8 May 2011
Heart and Dart

Friday, 6 May 2011
A cuckoo in more ways than one
I always liek ragged robin and although there are non this year near the gates there are several in the meadow which look lovely.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Spots, waves and scallops
It was fairly late this afternoon before I went exploring to find Sandhouse NR -I am trying to visit some new places and also add to my dragonfly list. But despite promises warmth it was quite overcaste and at times not all that warm. Anyway after two misses in the lane I found the place and what a great little reserve it is - another one of those hidden gems managed by the Greensand Trust. It was a day of variety and in the woodland these red campion stood out - I would call them pink but red they are.
Only two damsels today - both red eye teneral males - often found in gravel pits and the eyes have not yet gone blood red! Not able to add the species I hoped - but who knows next time?
And then this last creature- have puzzled over my butterfly/moth books for ages but every time I think I have got it I realise that something is not right. So for now a mystery - one to come back to another day - studying is what I should be doing right now - just not insects -and poring over these books has left my head full of spots, waves, scallops and antennae!
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
A nice sunny afternoon
A very nice way to spend a sunny afternoon.
Monday, 2 May 2011
Ode to a nightingale

These notes of thine--they pierce and pierce;Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
One dream came true today - I heard and saw a nightingale, in fact several. 4.45am found us in the car on our wedding anniversary on the way to Paxton Pits for an early morning walk. And it was well worth getting up so early- the thrill of hearing this lovely song will stay with me- and to see one was a big extra. Many poets have tried to capture the essence of this song but I think John Clare is the nearest for me - such a little bird- overwinters somewhere in West Africa, arrives here in late April, sings his heart out to find a mate, moults and probably in August starts the long journey back to winter sun. One little creature ringed at Paxton was found to be at least 7 years old - all that flying, so much singing - what a fiery heart indeed. What a wonderful anniversary gift.
Warblers were in full song and alongside were several whitethroats -which has journeyed back for the summr probably from the Sahara or even further afield. Proud of its song it sat on top of this bush to perform.
And a last treat on the way home - this was one of a pair of grey wagtails enjoying the sunshine at Roxton Lock. What a perfect morning - and a new song never to be forgotten.
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