Quarter light. The crackle of drought dried leaves and then silence. Shadows fall on shadows, degrees of darkness layering into night. I...

...and those who climb them.

The park looks like desert. Nothing for birds or small mammals to eat. This is just a quick gesture at... well, I'm finding it hard to...

Just a quick one - cheers!

The video evidence!

I know, the posts are meant to be weekly... but I could not resist...

The copse.

I have started reading a book by a Swiss biologist called Adolf Portmann about animals as social beings. It was written I think in the...

A peacock in my father's garden.

I know you've seen this picture before. Think of it as recycling.

So, Claire from the Wildlife Trust mentioned that she thought there was a Black Poplar on the Reserve closest to my house. So I took a...

The bull is the shy-looking creamy coloured one in the centre.

This post refers to the July heatwave. The Reserve was eerily quiet on the hottest day of July. The songbirds were silenced by the heat....

I think it was this time last year that the jays first came to my garden. A few times I saw three together, sometimes two and...

Crispy grass in an empty park.

In the 'wildwood' again.

I know - shit sketch: I did it in five minutes though!

This old oak sits over a well at my childhood home.

Teeny tiny 'ickle oak trees.

...I lack either time, energy, money, talent or some combination of the four.