This poor robin sums up July, as usual it started to rain at the end of June and just forgot to stop.
At least he has fat cakes to keep his energy up.
There are three robin fledglings in the garden, all very independent and quite strident in their demands that everybody clear out off their patch.
Baby birds have been everywhere. Some fledglings are so cute they look like they should be Bambi’s best friend.
Other bird families are less well mannered. They arrive in a rowdy group and the kids trample their parents underfoot to get at the food.
I call this pair Asbo and Yob:
Meanwhile the parent bird was stuffing its beak at the feeders muttering, “you’re on your own mate!”
The bees have been luxuriating in the hawkweed pollen. I’m glad I left it to flower even if it is a weed.
I saw a red admiral on the hebe, so brilliant with its wings open,
and so well camouflaged when it sat on this dead flower with its wings closed.
courgettes and broadbeans.
and Midgefarm an unkempt jungle.