Thursday, 9 May 2013

Thursday May 9th 2013







The winds came this morning blowing the trees and grasses with a loud whirling energy. The Jacobs sheep and lambs at the corner farm have been nibbling the branches through the fences. The little lamb who was born with a bendy leg has grown strong and is getting around just fine, I'm sure he will learn to hop soon.
Curling Hart's tongue ferns are growing in the hedgerows and spreading across the undergrowth.


Wednesday May 8th 2013








Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Tuesday May 7th 2013











What a beautiful morning, fresh bright and blue with the sunshine warming at seven a.m.  The cow parsley has shot up along the edges of the lane in a delicate lace trim and golden yellow shield lichen coats the branches of the blackthorns.
New Rowan leaves are constant in their uncurling growth and hidden amongst the hedgerow is a 'babe in the cradle' wild arum catching the light as a secret treasure.
Bubbling branches carry the hints of pink blossom of the crab apple tree which will soon burst in a feminine display on the river bank.
Brown patches of mud float atop the rivers surface, running stagnantly slow and desperately needing a more consistent flow when the flood gates rise.

The birds have been most vociferous this morning, the tiniest of brown wrens and sparrows sounding alarms that could be heard for miles as I walked the river bank.

Monday, 6 May 2013

Monday May 6th 2013



A hazy white mist covered the fields this morning slowly steaming from the rivers surface. It will be another beautiful May day.

Sunday, 5 May 2013

Sunday May 5th 2013






Beaming sunshine all day bringing out the glorious bright yellows in every buttercup, dandelion and daffodil. A carpet of gold has spread across the corner field where the young cattle will graze their way through the goodness over the coming week.
The barren field opposite contrasts in brown ploughed dirt awaiting fresh seeds to fill the space with as yet unknown crops.
Birds large and small have twittered, tweeted, tapped and tugged from dawn gathering nest building materials and feeding for the important time ahead of them. Swallows have been weaving their way across the skies in acrobatic form leaving just a glimpse of the famous forked tail. And the little Robin quietly hops around the garden inconspicuously, barely being noticed out of his Winter obligations.

Saturday, 4 May 2013

Saturday May 4th








The rains came in the night and sprinkled everything with a fresh shine this morning. The wind was warmly breezing across the flats and the skies bruised moodily in puffs that occasionally broke sending a bright searchlight speeding across the fields.

New arrivals in the rotating field this morning with a small herd of cow printed youngsters that were reluctantly feeling the new space.
Grasses have been growing fast enough to see the difference every day, the rich mustard yellow of the Gorse on the hill has spread in a Triffid like way engrossing the landscape.

Little patches of flowers appear and dye away daily, this little cluster by the stables is the prettiest white with a lavender stripe.

We couldn't go a day without the sheep, Ernest thought he needed to remind them (and me) who's was the king of the road by having a little grumble of jealously. They lined up nicely turning their backs to his nonsense.

Friday, 3 May 2013

Friday May 3rd 2013












This morning the weather has taken a turn with ash grey and white clouds dappling over the wash of blue and masking away the sunshine.

Along this stretch of the road we have an few small groups of sheep and cattle. They all seem very content in their little herds and were on great form this morning for photos.

This small holding ewe was willing to pose providing I picked the fresh long grass just the other side of the fence for her to eat in between shots. Her lambs have grown considerably meaty since those first cold mornings when they were born and appeared so fragile.

The trees are pollinating and I must find out what this red hot chili seed is that has scattered across the road?

Week old twins have arrived in the next paddock with the most fabulous pink mouse ears atop the sweetest of delicate faces.  Their wobbly tails are still to drop and waggle with enthusiasm as they headbutt for the milk supply.
 I smile at the way both the sheep and cows slowly chew the pickings from the fields, the sideways grind of the jaw, laid back and ever so slow. Life must be good for these creatures in the Spring.

The corner farm has a wonderful array of beasties, my favourite coupling being the large white Saanen goat and the black and white spotted calf that you can just see in the distance. They have been hanging out together for the past week along with three tough looking rams.

Thursday, 2 May 2013

May 2nd 2013








Last night I stood by the river around 9pm and watched as the bats came out, the sky is a deep purpley blue against the skinny black outline of the copse that clusters on the bank of the river. It makes for a dramatic silhouette. The water bubbled and I could hear paddling, crunching and rustling in the banks again. Still no actual sight of the otter this year but I'm certain its there in the shadows creating those big rippling rings of water that catch the light in the dark.

This morning was windy across the fields, bitter in the sun. Poplar farms roof had a silver glint in the low morning sun and as always the red bricks of the hunt kennels made their presence known in the distance. The howl of the hounds is a constant in the background.

Looking through the hedge at the end of the field a lamb helps himself to the food bucket, completely oblivious to my calls for him to look up. Their shiny red tractor makes such an idyllic scene.

Just a glance down from this greedy little lamb is the dead fox in the ditch. I'm curious about its death. Was it starvation, a knock by a car or just old age. Or Murder?
Maybe it was gassed by the fumes of the bonfire when we burnt the clippings from the ditch clearance?

In contrast to the city, seeing a fox is still a rare delight in the countryside, especially when alive.