Little Cotton Rabbits

An autumn fungi walk

 

 

Firstly thank you all so very much for your kind and thoughtful comments, emails and direct messages wishing Toby a happy birthday. He had a lovely afternoon full of the simple pleasures that make him happiest; balloons, cake, lego, sensory toys, curry for dinner, salted caramel ice-cream for pudding and a 'disco' in the evening - he likes dancing by himself with the lights off and the disco ball on. I popped a couple of pictures of him taken on his birthday at the end of the previous post.

Talking of simple pleasures, I indulged in one of my favourites earlier this week when I took myself off for an autumn wood walk. Because we've had a lot of rain here recently I thought that it might be a good year for fungi and I was not disapointed.  I have never seen quite so many different types out in the woods and spent a very happy 3 hours wandering around with my camera and getting wet, muddy knees at Danemead wood, Broxbourne common and Cowheath wood. There's a mix of habitats there: deciduous woodland with oaks and hornbeams; a large area of pine woods and small areas of heathland and it was very peaceful with just the sounds of birdsong and the breeze ruffling the treetops and persuading the dying leaves from the branches.

I tried to name all the different funghi but have given up because it's so hard to identify most of them. A few though are easy - like the yellow staghorn which looks like a fairy campfire glowing in the undergrowth; the false deathcap that has a weird almost luminous greenish glow and the iconic fairytale fly agaric with it's white spotted bright red cap. Each is beautiful in their own unique way, even though some are very poisonous!

There are also some great pictures I'd like to show you of the fox, who is still a regular garden visitor, but I think with all of these woodland pictures I've run out of space here today, so I'll save those for next time. Have a great weekend and if you get time please leave me a comment below and let me know what seasonal delights you're enjoying in your part of the world.

 

 

Scenes of Summer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello! And sorry it's been so long. I just wanted to pop in briefly and say I am still here - it's just that here the school summer break is full on Toby time, and he remains my focus until school starts up again on September 4th. Even so I have had my camera handy and have captured some favourite moments from the last month...

• countryside walking - finding breathtakingly fabulous fields of jewel-bright poppies;
• sky watching - for clouds, techni-colour sunsets, vintage planes and the red kites that have recently moved into the area;
• bug finding - newly emerged ladybirds, hoverflies and swallow-tail moths;
• knitting - mostly socks because they are undemanding, but there are a few more things on my needles that I'll share soon;
• pic-nicing with Amy, revisiting Hatfield house (after our first visit this time last year) for a lovely day together;

Today it's pouring with much needed rain, so Toby and I are having a lazy day - he's watching cbeebies shows on tv and I'm writing this. If the weather is better tomorrow we'll be off on a welly-boot woodland adventure - it's good to get him out and about but overall he's coping pretty well with the lack of routine. I do think though that we'll both be ready for when school starts up again 3 weeks and once he's back into routines I'll have time to call mine again so I'll see you then with some updates on what I've been working on. Hope the rest of August is good for you xxx

 

An early morning encounter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some mornings I wake early and can't get back to sleep. Sometimes I read, sometimes I knit and sometimes I open the blind and watch the sunrise sky. A couple of weeks back I was leaning out of the bedroom window just after the sun had risen and was sleepily daydreaming as I looked around our garden below. A flash of orange caught my eye, peeking out between the tangle of ivy overgrowing the chicken run and I probably frowned in puzzlement, but it soon became clear that the plastic mesh netting that keeps the chickens safely contained in their run makes a rather comfy hammock for a sleepy fox.

She was completely unbothered by me opening the window and taking pictures of her and carried on dozing in the warmth of the early morning sun for 20 minutes before stretching a little, grooming a little and then setting off on an impressive balancing act along the top edge of the run  - which is a good 9ft above the path. She stopped for a quick sniff and a wistful glance at the now empty bird box that the bluetits used to raise their family in, before a lithe leap back to the ground and a silent, sure-footed and typically foxy vanishing act.

She still arrives most evenings and some mornings for snacks. We've only caught a brief glimpse of one cub and that was a few weeks ago, and though the mortality rate of urban foxes is pretty high I'm hoping they're safe somewhere and she's just keeping them well hidden. I'm still thrilled to have the great privilege of her visits, she's still completely wild, intently alert and intelligently wary of us but she does seem to appreciate the snacks!

 

Looking closely

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We've had the perfect growing weather here recently - lots of rain and warm temperatures and everything in the garden and surrounding countryside is green and growing. In my little patch I've been planting some new fruit and herb plants. I've given up on growing veggies for now as they were lots of work for a rather meagre harvest - mostly thanks to cabbage white butterflies, aphids and a host of other chompers who set about nibbling my homegrown produce. Not that I really mind, planting herbs keeps things simple for me and I like to see creatures in my garden - chives, borage,  thyme and lavender are perfect plants for attracting bees and other wildlife.

I would much rather have a little corner of this Earth that is busy and brimming with life, unlike some of my neighbours it seems - two of them have recently had their 'gardens' worked on and carpeted with plastic fake grass - they are now sterile, dead squares surrounded by stark fences. And our immediate next door neighbour has just chopped down every tree and bush in their garden in favour of grass, including a really big and beautiful lilac that was a springtime magnet to so many butterflies and bees emerging from annual hibernation.

So, in an attempt to compensate the local wildlife, I'm happily letting things go a bit more wild in our garden and it lifts my spirits to see some of these tiny creatures that I'm sharing my garden with - lots of different bee species are happily buzzing from one chive head to another; many ladybird larvae are starting to cocoon up and transform into their adult form, and tiny yellow orb-weaver spiderlings that hatched on a hellebore are flinging out their silken strands, leaving their 300 or so siblings and heading out on their own.

Of course I'm very lucky to have larger visitors to my garden too. The fox is still calling in regularly and I've got some lovely pictures of her which I'll share soon.

Hope you find some tiny delights in your own corner of our beautiful Earth - if you have time to, please share what plants or creatures you are co-inhabiting with. 'Til next time x

 

my foxy friend

 

 

 

 

 

Earlier in the year I posted a picture of the fox peeking through our garden fence and she's been a fairly regular garden visitor ever since. When I first got a good look at her she seemed quite sleek and almost plump but more recently has seemed thinner, and thinking perhaps that food might be a bit scarce I've been offering her a meal whenever she turns up - she seems particularly fond of leerdammer cheese :)

She mostly visits after dark, but for the last few weeks she has been arriving earlier in the evening and sometimes in the early morning too (much to the disgust of the chickens). When she arrives in the garden I open the back door and throw a little food then stand very still and as a result she has come to tolerate me being there, only a few feet away - though always with a watchful and suspicious eye on me as she eats and tensed like a coiled spring ready to run if I make any sudden moves. I've no wish to tame or inhibit that wild instinct, it is a well honed survival mechanism and she needs it, but I will offer a small meal now and then to share the privilege of her company.

This morning she visited early and was content for me to take some pictures and while editing them on the computer just now I had a light-bulb moment. Can you see what was spotted in the last blurry picture there? The outline of swollen teats on her belly is a giveaway sign that she's was fatter and then thinner because she's just had a litter of cubs!

I'm under no illusion though about why she visits - she's very clearly focused on the plump and juicy feathered meals strutting up and down my chicken run. But if she's thrown a little food she graciously leaves them alone for the rest of the day and the chickens remain safe, though unsettled. They only get to forage under supervision now and the rest of the time are safely enclosed in the brilliant chicken run that H built - still predator proof after 10 years. There are definite signs though that the chickens are not happy about the interloper - I'd call this a protest wouldn't you? ...

 

 

 

 

We also have a lot of small garden birds visiting our little patch at the moment and on occasion larger ones too - I've had the pleasure of seeing this heron ungainly balanced on the roof opposite - I think one of my neighbours has a pond that he's eyeing up. It is such a privilege to have wild creatures as a regular garden visitors and I'm hoping that in a month or so that the fox might bring her little ones along to frolic on the grass - I'll try and have my camera ready if she does :) 

Well, I have had a nature filled week and am off to fill my weekend with knitting. Hope you have something nice in store for your weekend x