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R and I set off for home this morning (though pledging to return to Suffolk, with which we’ve both fallen rather in love), breaking the journey at Paxton Pits in Cambridgeshire so that I could spend a couple of hours … Continued
“Look over there,” I whispered to Baby B. “Can you see that big bird? Right over there, on the other side of the canal? He’s called a heron. He’s standing veeeery still – can you see? He wants his ninner, … Continued
There was drama going on at the Glamorganshire Canal today, where a moorhen nest that enthusiasts have been monitoring for three weeks now has suddenly produced an eruption of four chicks. Sadly though, it looks to be gently collapsing into … Continued
R and I were in Cardiff again today, where poor Baby B was suffering from a combination of an emergent molar and this week’s nursery virus – or maybe that should be last week’s, because L and I both seem … Continued
Speckled bush crickets are pretty strange little beasts even as adults, but the nymphs are so bizarre I find it hard to believe they’re real, even when I’ve got one cowering in front of me, wondering if I’m about to … Continued
Time was when Lower Moor at Oaksey in Wiltshire was one of my my go-to summer places, because of the plethora of Odonata I could confidently expect it to provide. I didn’t visit during 2020 because of Covid, and then … Continued
“Good morning!” “Morning.” “Have you seen any Marsh Frits?” “Yes, two. Up there, on the ridge, feeding on buttercups on the far side of the path.” “Wonderful! That’s really helpful – thank you!” “You’re welcome.” Five minutes later: OK… so… … Continued
It was a privilege today to spend half an hour watching this treecreeper preparing to build a nest, just a few metres away from a public footpath. She didn’t seem concerned about being watched by anyone who stayed quiet, but … Continued