I followed a trail of feathers

But I never found the victim.

I did, though, see pussy willow.

And a bee seeking a home. Which I think she found as she disappeared into this hole.

I checked out a badger track. All I found were a few hairs on the thorns of the wild rose.

In a piece of untended land I was caught by a patch of flowers. They are, Claire told me, cuckooflower also known as Lady's Smock (my Dad said 'I think they are Lady something.')

The butterflies like them too.

The most exciting sight was on the little lake, where the swans were busy building their nest.

Oh my! There will be cygnets!

But the bad news: the ivy. Turns out that I did a not great thing in killing ivy. The ivy may weaken a diseased tree but it seems they don't harm healthy trees. I have a wondering question as to whether maybe it gives trees something - but that's not really part of the science. What ivy does do is provide places for birds and bats and invertebrates to live. So I destroyed some habitats.

I will have to apologise.