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.
Image madwblog. Ringlet butterfly.
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.
Perfect gardening weather. Result.
After a day of highs and lows, I’m fit for nothing more than take away, catch up TV and a little pootle around the garden to see who’s out in the lovely damp weather.
This rose is stoically holding on to the rainwater. I wonder who will make use of this ready made well?