Small things matter

Humanity perpetually lives under the grand delusion that they are above and seperate from the rest of creation.  We all came from the dust of stars so instead of constant journeying, yearning and seeking it is time we made friends with acceptance and  find ourselves where we are and engage with who we share this planet with.

Chris Packham has started a national debate about how we are now in an apocolypse of biodiversity. Having just taken part in a disastrous Bioblitz at a local  gardens it is evident that there is too much vocal public relations  but very very little physical committement to making the necessary changes to make up for all the damage caused over the past years.  Why after 10 years of warning,  is the environment and biodiversity getting  worse and not better.   Will this  blog and its photos  become a memory of what once was?

After several weeks of silence the Robin is singing a beautiful solo song of consciousness this evening, strangely very autumnal in tone. Regularly two Robins set up a clicking contest that can go on for nearly 20 mins at a time.  Who knows what this may be about as all nesting is over and territories nolonger need strong defensives. Male and female robins both sing so maybe this is just an exchange of conversation.   Also each evening the garden has been a quiet centre for eating, bathing, singing, with robins, blackbirds, woodpigeons and goldfinches and appreciation on my part.  

The local collective  of juvenile jackdaws have started their lessons in the finer points of emptying the gutters around the house.  This must be particularly satisfying in very dry weather in the hunt for insects and spiders going by the amount of dried out moss etc that needs brushing up every morning.

Influenced immensely by the work of  Rob and Harriet Fraser of  'Somewhere, Nowhere' whose wonderful work in the Lake District inspired me to take on the woodland project 18 months ago.   From recording, surveying and photographing it has now entered a more creative reflective phase requiring a different pace of engagement to hopefully produce artwork,  prose and maybe even a smattering of poetry.