Friday, February 29, 2008
Cassie posing on snowdrops by stream running through woods at OldMill. The snowdrops are the same variety as those along the Inny, I think, but not described in my reference books. They are just beginning to fade; meanwhile the daffodils are rampant this year. The evidence for natural oscillations is very strong and it should make one ponder about the increasingly shrill tone of the catastrophists and miserablists.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
it is heading to be the sunniest February on record (since 1681 or some such thing but probably not since the beginning of time). Sumptuous pastel colours, blue, green, orange and brown smeared casually across the skyline by Nature's best painter. Spot thinks somewhat immodestly that it is worth clicking on the sunsets label below to see how lucky we have been to see so many amazing sunsets.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Spot's mum, and a couple of her admirers, reclining after a heavy day at the office hauling logs swimming, ice breaking (see below) and eating. Frozen camellias (I didn't know until now that there were two l's in camelia) to the right. Spot felt he would be skating on thin ice.
we are having trouble identifying birds at the moment, this looks like it should be a tree creeper and it spent some of its time perching up side down on the tree trunk. We also caught just a fleeting glimpse of a bird with a striking yellowish stripe around its eye ... a redwing we (Spot and I) are told, but no photographs yet.
There was thick ice in the leets and puddles today as the hard frost persisted through the morning. The sky is deep blue and feels roofless. Nature seems a bit stunned by this cold turn, the frog spawn is stuck to the ice, the snowdrops are drooping and the buds are brown from frost bite. Life is on the cusp.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Harri chasing frogs in a reed bed as the sun sets in the Inny valley, the air above her head is full of gnats or flies. As an experiment the photograph's dimensions are based on the fibonacci series, rather than a simple 1.333 ratio which Spot usually uses - does this make it more harmonious?
a honeybee (?) sunbathing, and a bumblebee feeding on mahonia. These photos are for the ongoing record of the changes taking place in this area. And before Spot can consume them. Why do dogs insist on trying to eat bees and wasps? It is mildly reassuring that the same bee appeared at about the same time last year.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
the beautiful, slender, diminutive native daffodil is coming into flower throughout the woods. This specimen is perched precariously on the banks of the Tamar in the deep grooves left by the river when it is in spate and it floods through these glades. Further down the river I found a very early flowering wood anemone. At home there were bumblebees, ladybirds and butterflies in the garden. It may be unnatural but it feels like Spring.
because everyone flies over us on their way to North America leaving huge swathes of condensation trails behind them. Stop it now.
the tower of Stoke Climsland church is on the skyline.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
a small but noisy flock of a thrush like bird but I have no idea what they are (except the starling at the top of the tree in the second photo, and the chaffinches in the bottom picture).
addendum:- after a sleepless night of research we think they are fieldfares, a gregarious and occasionally aggressive type of thrush