misfortune

a fledgling sparrow (not a mistle thrush as I first thought). Soon after this photo was taken it was rescued from the jaws of a hungry jackdaw. The young are much bigger than their frantic parents. Parents nowhere to be seen, usually they will defend their young very aggressively. Now what do we do?

flight to safety

meanwhile hen is flying away as fast as she can

nut hatch

an unusual sight in the open, and a much fatter distant cousin mooning about looking for hens.

where herons may safely fly

one of these sheep appears to have taken fright at this large flying object.

Stoke Climsland

Spot felt that the blog was becoming too biological and asked for some of his favourite views to be included. All that is missing from this Spring view is the trail of litter up the hill. Some people locally express the view that litter bins do not belong in the country side, unfortunately litter louts do. And then someone wants to reduce rubbish collections to once a fortnight. How about employing someone to pick it all up?

Goodnight Spot.

a sad story from Cornwall

Jackson (aka Toby) was the runt of our litter. Rejected at first by his mum, he was hand fed. He was Harriet's best litter mate.


(below is a photo of him at 7 weeks)










He might have gone to St Cleer and lived happily ever after but he went to Looe. Sadly his owners must sell up and leave their home and they cannot keep him, leaving Leslie in tears. He is a very happy, lively but gentle soul and dearly needs a new owner who will love and cherish him. Can you help? If so contact Spot.