Not much happening, but the days are ticking by and getting ever so slightly longer. The barn owls are still visiting the nest box at night, often going there just after dusk and in and out until dawn. No sign of the tawnies, but we can still hear them in the woods nearby. The field is soggy, the lake gently overflowing, frost in the mornings and footprints of badgers and foxes, but apart from that all is quiet.
It’s the season for mushrooms, so here are a few at Tipton’s Croft. We’re not mycologists (though think we know what some of them are) and have definitely not touched or picked them. But we think they look nice.
The gall of the Diplolepis rosae gall wasp on a dog rose. Pretty but a bit weird.
Here are some of the wildflowers this year. Enjoy!
But we’ve decided to leave it where it is.
It looked perfectly healthy, but a storm brought down this 200 year old ash tree. At least we’re not short of firewood for the next few winters.