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.
It is quite unusual to see mallards on small streams in thick woodland. These two took off very quickly but somewhat riskily through the trees when they realised they were not alone.
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.
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.
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.
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).
