Tag: Natural History

I just got work and realised there was yet another new sound breaking into my consciousness. Clear and open-throated, a bird was singing it’s heart out. Up high in the silver birch that shades my shed, a Song Thrush was singing. My Mother had heard it to and come out to see. I know spring…

I just managed to get this very grainy picture of a fox that appeared, nosing around my pond. I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have been a fox that had my frogspawn last year, as there was a bit of disturbance on “the beach“, which is the shallow, pebbly part that lets the…

I’m not saying that I sense green shoots, but the birds definitely think that spring is on it’s way. A flock of twenty or so long-tailed tits just breezed through the hedge outside my window. They are usually quite nervous, but this one came really close to the window and stopped long enough for me…