A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused as I thought, and was…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are back, crowded into one field;…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).
For the cooks. Fifteen female pheasants strolled down the track, cool as you like, no explanation, no please or thank…
There’s snow warning like no warning, like no warning we know. Not had one this early in winter before. “We’re…
The “foreign” blackbirds haven’t arrived yet, so the evenings are less noisy with the sounds of the locals staking out…
The first frost of the year and Dol-y-Fan is looking good in the early morning sun. Not a deep one,…
Of gorse it is in flower, at this time of year. Remarkable as it seems, differing bushes, or even stems,…