Oh dear.....I was so sure. Not a peep of any maleness when I've seen her/him before, but yesterday morning I was in for a shock as....er......Isaac had a dangly wee right in front of me. I won't sully proceedings by showing you a photograph of the event, but the next one leaves no room for doubt. Where did that come from? It's lucky I'm not a vet really. Hopeless.
Clearing the garden of general detritus today, some still left from last year's dry rot nightmare, we found this frog in the watery bottom of a Land Rover tyre. It was very lethargic and made no attempt to escape, so we put it under a rotting stump, close to the tuppaware bowl we sunk into the ground for tadpoles and away from the little canine assassin in the hope that it will recover. I'm not absolutely sure what it is; Common or Marsh. It looks more like a Marsh frog with the eye ring and colour, but I'm not prepared to make yet another mistake! Any help here appreciated.
This morning, Foal A was particularly frisky.....again. Look at him here; his mother was not amused.
Another rescue today: a bee in the middle of the road, back legs so heavy with pollen that it couldn't take off. I put it on the verge and it was gone by the time I walked home.
The view towards Cosdon Beacon:
Snippet looking towards home....sort of. Actually, he was looking at Foal A to his left; worried about another confrontation.
This is the shelter belt that protects our tiny hamlet from the South Westerly winds:
Trigger thinking I had arrived with food today - I hadn't:
Sparrow in the hydrangea. No shoots on it yet.
And feeding. I have to admit to cursing them recently as they wake me up at 5.30am with their Guinea Pig-like call.
I can't believe the weekend is already over. Snippet is lying, wet from a rainy evening walk, in front of the fire, as dogs should. Am idly watching the Antiques Roadshow while writing this and waiting for the final REALLY expensive item. Until next time, here's Snippet, about to take off at speed after something or other.