Her highness has been nagging. She feels she hasn’t had enough exposure in recent months. I point out that doing her ablutions in public gives her more than enough exposure,
but the steely eyed gaze continually boring into my back is unnerving.
Went back to Arduaine with Mum and Dad on the May day bank holiday.
Midge farm has had its share of the gorgeous:
The mouse has been about but, now the undergrowth is so thick, the most I see is his long tail whipping into the wall.
I let the cuckoo flower grow at will and the May garden was full of orange tip butterflies.
A speckled wood male visited for the first time:
Baby birds have been everywhere. The spugs were the first to fledge. There have, I think, been three separate broods. There are so many now I can’t count them as they won’t stay still, over 25 at times. They’re eating me out of house and home but I’m happy to see them as they are suffering declines elsewhere.
The great tit has been the hardest worker. Six fledglings who followed him round for weeks.
And of course the starlings come swooping in bringing their noisy kids.
The dunnocks are around and much bolder than last year but I haven’t seen any fledglings.
A collared dove with partial albinism has been a regular visitor, always alone. The doves with regular plumage are rarely apart. The RSPB says birds with albinism may have difficulty finding a mate. I hope that isn’t the case for this one.
Smudge is bird watching too. She is scared of the hoodies but intrigued when they come to eat her left over dinner.
On the upper tier I have left the clover to romp away and it is covered with bumble bees every day.
This little lad is in the paddock behind Midge farm and often hangs over the fence on the upper tier snorting at Smudge.
Any idea what these are:
Luckily my veg containers have escaped their attentions. My first ever tatties! I hope the courgettes are meant to have yellow leaves, the fruits are a yellow, mildew resistant variety.
Had my first ever Midge farm, broad beans for dinner last night. The bees and I thank Dad for the plant.
May and June have been filled with long sunny days. Fingers crossed that it continues.
That brings us to Midsummer, and a beautiful sunset at 10:30 last night.
But the last word is always reserved for: