This is the season of fecundity.
The branches and feeders have been full of fledglings – Nuthatches, Great Tits, Woodpeckers.
And of course Bluetits make it look easy
The Flycatchers have fledged but the last to leave, presumably the runt who would not last long anyway, did a nosedive directly into the ducklings’ bath
Claire is concentrating. Sitting like this for 23 and three quarter hours every day
But guess she knows what she is doing. When we try to replicate her care it is not easy – at least with ducklings.
The next batch is hatching tonight
but might not be many out of the twelve eggs. We will see.
We have been updating our on-going meadow flower record.
In an item on Springwatch tonight one couple talked about a hundred flora species in their meadow. We still have more flowering plants to document, plus more to arrive, but we reckon they were including grasses. We better start learning to identify:
They have the Rattle in contention:
At the edge of the meadow the bracken is luxuriating
Fine, as long as it does not cross that line.
Down in Zenith, the march of the tomatoes has an escort of aubergines
with signs of fecundity
Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:
We are producing Woad (just in case)