Look who I saw this afternoon as I came home with the dogs, drenched from a torrential shower whilst wearing what I thought was a waterproof smock thing. It was like wearing tissue paper and I had to get back....glad I did or I wouldn't have seen Young Cuckoo here.
Last Thursday, we noticed a football sized paper wasps' nest in OB's play house, or 'den' as he'd rather it was called these days. It was right next to the gate into the garden so potentially really dangerous; we have a friend with an epipen. We had to make the difficult decision to call someone to deal with it. He turned up at 8.00am on Friday morning, stuck something long and nozzley into the nest and ran for it. £30.00 for the privilege. This is what was left on the ceiling after it fell off:
And this is what fell to the floor. Very sad but fascinating to see its structure and the beauty of the paper they make with wood pulp and saliva.
My 50th birthday rose is flowering; it smells divine:
Geranium Splish Splash:
Astrantia Major now in full flower and falling over:
Red Astrantia of some kind....
Heath Spotted Orchid:
Keeled Skimmer female; I was falling off a tussock in the marsh as I took this so it could be better. They're much more difficult to see or capture than the blue males:
Four Spotted Chaser Dragonfly:
Wandering Glider Dragonfly I think - great name:
A new foal, the colour of biscuit, so that's its name. Female I think.
Tertia scratching her tummy on gorse. This ritual went on for a while:
Calf with mother's nose. I nearly cropped the nose off but thought better of it.
The juvenile Blackbird from the last post:
Stonechat with quarry:
Singing having eaten it:
The Pipit of the post:
We go the Great Ormond Street on Thursday so are travelling up and staying with an old college friend of mine in the Barbican. The dogs are staying with friends on their farm. A long drive but worth it I hope. I'll report once we get back so, until that next time, here are the dogs in show poses, like they'd ever win anything.