It seems we have a friendly grasshopper, content to stretch out on our doorstep and chirp a greeting. Obviously, he doesn't realise his size puts him in great danger of being stepped on! He's so relaxed that my husband was able to take a very detailed close up of him.
We found a swallow in our garden last week, a baby swallow or fledgling. I'm not so sure he was ready to fledge but he found himself out of the nest all the same. Watching him flap his wings and cooing over his downy head (well, I cooed) we found ourselves arguing over what to call him.
It feels like it’s been raining for the past week but somehow, last Thursday I managed to find myself on a beach with the sun shining and I don’t think I dreamt it.
This year Father's Day was bitter sweet. I didn't get to spend the day with my Dad but I did come face to face with a wagtail who gave me the wisdom of wildlife.
I refuse to do 'The January Blues' this year. Not interested. Instead, I'm following a rainbow, not literally, of course. I know all that 'Wizard of Oz' stuff isn't real. But, in a murky month like January colours take on a greater significance.
Well, I think we can safely say the summer is here. Never mind the rain, like last year, we have swallow chicks and baby bunnies residing in our garden. It was Hubs who spotted the first rabbit, darting under our shed.
You know me, I'm ahead of the trend. I'm already Winter Watching, way before BBC's Winter Watch even hits our screens. I'm definitely watching, because I'm not moving very much. In fact, I'm sitting shotgun in the car with Hubs at the wheel, while I swivel my head to my heart's content.
I'm always looking for something to watch on these quiet winter nights - particularly now that I've read all the books I was given for Christmas. For me, BBC 1's 'Hidden Kingdoms' is a current highlight.
Our swallow chicks have fledged already! It seems they were an early brood. One minute, Hubs and I were gazing up, trying to count the number of feathery faces; the next, we were looking at an empty nest.