One of the things I have really enjoyed about #30dayswild has been just waiting each day for nature to pop up and reveal something to me. Today, the penultimate day, nature pulls out a corker in the form of this lovely rainbow.
For some it is the sign of a promise of love and better things to come, for others, it’s a fairy tale pot of gold. I’m sure though, for everyone, it is just simple beauty and the wonder of the world represented by a colourful arc of reflected light. In times where nothing seems certain and everything could change, how wonderful it is to look up and take in the simplicity of the rainbow. It instantly transports you to childhood again and reminds us that we are so, so, small in the grand scheme of things. Some things are just much, much bigger than we are.
After taking a walk out with local birder Chaz earlier in the spring, I have been trying to identify birds by their call. One which I learnt very easily was the Green Woodpecker. The cackling, manical laugh is unmistakable once it’s been pointed out to you. Often heard, but not so much seen.
Well, what should I spot when pulling into the bottom of the cul-de-sac this evening but a Green Woodpecker! It flew off very quickly and I suspect it was a juvenile. Nice to see him though.
I do think it’s sad that we don’t see as many butterflies as we used to.
Maybe my memory is fooled by nostalgia, but I remember seeing all sorts in mum and dad’s garden. Lots of them too. I used to catch them and let them go after having a good hard look at them. I’m not so good at identifying them now but we do get a lot of peacock butterflies when the buddleja is in bloom.
Never seen one of these though. A ringlet butterfly. Not flashy like the peacock, but pretty and rather gothic-looking when it flies. It’s a deep brown colour and quite hard to spot if it weren’t for the rings on the underside of it’s wings.
Here’s hoping for a good show of butterflies later in the summer.
I could put it off no longer. The garden/jungle had to be tackled. Although letting the weeds grow 6 feet tall has brought plenty of wildlife. My favourite has been watching Mr and Mrs Bullfinch eat the seed heads off the dandelions. I shall definitely leave a patch of them in future.
The hound retires to her favourite cool place when the sun is out. The bush she is under is alive with bees and occasionally she lazily snaps at one. She hasn’t learnt her lesson from the thick lip she got last year.
Saturday morning at 8.30, brought the beginning of the second Clayhanger Litter pick.
Meeting once more at the co-op carpark, 8 volunteers gave their time to have a ‘Summer Tidy’ around the village.
Litter pickers and bags are provided by Walsall Council Clean and Green and the full bags are collected by Clean and Green at the end of the pick.
After a quick tidy round the co-op and along Northfields Way, volunteers set to work along the hedgerow on Clayhanger Lane towards the bridge. Another team began working down Bridge Street towards The Spot. It was the plan to tackle the litter in the undergrowth at the entrance to The Spot. However, it quickly became evident that this was a much bigger job than the time available and required more intensive support from Clean and Green. Steve Wade, recently re-elected Labour Councillor for Brownhills and Clayhanger, has offered his support in organising this for later in the summer. Perhaps it could be a large community event? Litter pick and BBQ?
The area around The Spot has recently seen some anti-social behaviour and the litter is evidence of this. Due to the thick undergrowth there are several areas where ‘dens’ have arisen. I like a den as much as the next person, but please take your rubbish home with you!
With half and hour or so left, three of us took to Clayhanger Urban Community Woodland and had a tidy around there. This is a fantastic resource and very popular with local dog walkers who like to keep an eye on what is going on up there. Indeed, I met both familiar faces and a new face belonging to a very friendly lady called Sue and her border terrier who explained that she often comes out with her own litter picker and has a tidy as she walks the dog around the fields and paths of Clayhanger.
It seems that Walsall Council have done some work to clear the drainage ditch, presumably in order to relieve the flash flooding on the Pelsall Road we have seen during the heavy rainfalls recently. Again, some of the thicker hedgerows and ditches are full of rubbish and need some attention.
Stepping into the wooded areas, the sound of the roads nearby is muffled and the sounds of nature are beautiful. An oasis indeed.
It’s surprising how much litter can be collected by 8 people in just under 2 hours. Thirteen bags. A success again. Thank you Clangers. Your village and wildlife love you!
The next ‘Clayhanger Autumn Tidy’ is Saturday 17th September 2016, 8.30-10.30 am. Meet at co-op car park. See you there.
I know, I’ve been really bad and not posted ANYTHING wild for AGES. but don’t think that we haven’t been wild. Oh no. Far from it. Our wildness has continued and here is what the hound and I have been up to…
Day 13 was a trip to Manchester and some big skies over the Etihad Stadium. Proof you don’t have to have mountains to create a majestic skyline.
Sometimes, nature gets damaged by carelessness – unintentional or deliberate. Either way it’s a sad thing to see. On our walk one morning down the disused railway line/cycle track, we encountered deliberate damage to the birch trees as branches had been pulled down across the track. There was also evidence of fire setting which has been noted in local social media recently. Fortunately, it’s easy to report these incidents as anti-social behaviour, and the branches have now been removed and the incident logged with the community police.
A murky morning again on the railway line/cycle path. The skyline seems to build in layers, fading to grey. If I had the skill, I’d love to paint it.
Grass is brilliant. There is so much variety in meadow grass. And later in the summer, it will be tall and golden and when the wind blows, it will rattle with the dryness of the seed heads.
About 2 years ago, Walsall Council seeded the island in Clayhanger village with poppies. The results are just stunning and so many insects are attracted to it. The island puts on an impressive display and the place is humming with more than one variety of bees.
I love this tree. It reminds me of fairies and goblins. There ought to be a secret door round the back somewhere! You could almost rest in the boughs.
And, finally, day 24. After several attempts to grow snap dragons, I find one growing between two quarry tiles. I didn’t put it there. It must have been dropped by birds, or blown there. Typical of nature.
Whilst I don’t like slugs, I do admire the snail. Perhaps it’s because there are so many children’s stories about them.
The children I am currently working with found this chap. We admired him for a while and they wanted to name him. ‘Miss, is he a boy or a girl?’ Which leads to a discussion about snails being hermaphrodites and deciding whether they are boys or girls when they meet to make babies.
They settled on ‘Riley’, it being a gender neutral name.
What a great learning opportunity. Thank you Riley.
We are blessed to live so close to such a fantastic resource as Chasewater Country Park. It is another of my favourite walks with the hound. Indeed, when The Boy was a toddler, I would bring him to Chasewater to let him run free and wear him out. Much like I do with the hound…
This evening, the skies are moody and we did get a good downpour of rain. Neither of us mind a drop of rain. The hound gets a free bath and she romps about in the long, wet grass having a ball.
Tomorrow is the Staffordshire Ironman which begins at Chasewater, with a 1.2 mile swim, and ends at Shugborough Hall. The water is all set with marker buoys for the swim and on the far shoreline there are event tents set up next to the visitor centre.
The red deer are in evidence this evening. Tracks in the mud show tell tale signs of where they have been. I think the rounder imprint must be a cow and the more pointy ones are red deer.
Among the females, a couple of males with antlers already at least a foot long.
I’ve always been fascinated with fox gloves and indeed snap dragons. Mum and Dad grew loads in their garden and as a child I used to watch the bees going in and out of the tubular flowers.
On the way back, two pairs of Grebes are preening and bobbing about on the water. They make a funny sound. Almost like ‘boing boing’. They seem quite cheerful birds, bobbing and diving, the distinct rust colour on their cheeks flashing as they move.
As ever, it has been a thoroughly satisfying walk, if a little wet.
I’m sure the ones I regularly see around my house do. There I sat, patiently waiting for my batty neighbours to emerge, wrapped in my favourite blanket on the comfy chair in the garden with pencil poised. How many bats did I see? One. ONE.
I frequently see at least 4 or 5. Not last night. So disappointed. Maybe it was the earlier rain, the change in temperature or the noise and clatter of the neighbourhood. I shall try again another night.
During my vigil, I did very much enjoy listening to the birds roosting and really savoured that moment when the world went quiet as everything sleeps. It’s quite magical. I shall certainly do it again. In fact, it was so soothing I did drop off a couple of times. Perhaps that accounts for my lack of bat spotting.
To make up for the lack of bats, I consoled myself with this view of a farmer’s field which has been left fallow this year. I am lucky enough to be working where I’m surrounded by countryside at the moment. Lovely.