Moving some plants yesterday, and came across this little chap hiding in my coldframe. It’s the first time I’ve seen a Toad in our little garden, so was quite pleased! We have plenty of Frogs, which normally hide in the border, so no wonder my Hostas are slug free!
He posed for a few photos before I gently released him back into the garden. It’s good to know I must be doing something right in our small patch, even the tiniest garden can be a wildlife haven.
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Don’t move. He can’t see us if we don’t move. The reptile tips his head. Patterned scales glint in the sun, golden eye, unblinking, watches us, time slows. But we’re not keeping still because we’re trying to avoid becoming a dinosaur’s dinner. We’re not moving so we don’t disturb the mini velociraptor in front of…
As regular readers will know, the Turtle Dove is a bird very close to my heart. It was the bird that inspired my passion for all things wild, and an equal passion for it’s conservation. Since June, I’ve had this remarkable bird visiting the garden, but have struggled with time and light to actually get…
On my way to the Fen this morning I saw a sight I’ve been waiting to see again for several years. Over my local common, newly restored, a Barn Owl was hunting. The common has been rescued from overgrazing and uncovered from rubbish, the grasses and wild-flowers are beginning to flourish again. The hard work…
Visited Wayland Wood in Norfolk for the first time yesterday. The wood at this time of year is filled with birdsong and bluebells, and yesterday, the patter of raindrops on newly unfurled leaves. The dull, damp conditions would have been great for close up photography, but an annoying little breeze made it very difficult. When…
It’s that time of year when you might start seeing some strange new birds in your garden. Newly fledged youngsters often look very different from their parents. This baby Starling for example looks totally unrelated to the dark, glossy, iridescent adult birds. Yet they fly together in formation, adults leading their offspring to the feeder…
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Takes me back to when I was a little boy. We were all mad to collect as many toads and newts as possible (in the days before they were rare). You had really made it if you turned up with a Natterjack!