Our fledgling blue tits came back for a visit recently looking very well. How do I know they were the right ones...because the parents ignored me completely as they always did when tooing and froing from the box through the carefully and thoughtfully placed washing.
Readers may think by now that I am obsessed by birdsong, that is very true and I see no change as I study it in much more depth. To my mind this is a perfect expression of the joy of living in the purest untainted form.
The woodland project is still going strong and as the visits mount I have become more aware of the nuances and small changes taking place. A marvellous project that influenced me into taking this one on ( a year in the life of Harrocks Wood ) was reading the link below over the past year... . .
'The Long View'....... which reached its culmination exhibition and publication this June. Inspired by this I contacted other local historians and The National Trust ....with very mixed responses. The more famous the person the better the response and after tracking down the ranger for the area this improved and much help in gathering information is ongoing. In consequence the project is taking a new turn to try and locate the necessary documentation for ancient woodland status.This is the worst time of year for being bitten or stung as many larvae erupt from the ponds as flying insects. Some are more attractive than others and many do not bite as they spend there short life span above water finding a mate and laying eggs.
Now the ants.....the nest in front of the garage erupted with flying ants at midday with all the non flying ants rushing around in all directions with no apparent purpose except mutual excitement. The event only lasted an hour and then they were all gone. Each year this marks for me the highest point of the summer and the heat to my relief will begin to fall and the summer will start to wane.