It's been ages since I wrote anything in the blog, mainly because it's been raining so much that not a lot has been happening in the garden. The rocket I planted did very well until the butterflies found it. Now almost every leaf has eggs on it, so as I want to encourage butterfly preservation, I am prepared to sacrifice my salad leaves. The caterpillars will need it more than I.
It's a brilliant year for butterflies. Almost as good as 1997, when I kept a list of all the species I saw. Coming from the middle of London, from a flat without a garden, I was entranced. Lots of Painted Ladies and Peacocks.
Mangey-Bum the fox still calls nightly for whatever grub we throw out. He's so shy that I haven't managed to get a photo, but, due to his condition, he isn't very photogenic. Hope the homoeopathic fox drops work.
The tits are emptying the bird feeders faster than I can fill them (unless it's the pigeons and squirrel when I'm not looking. Haven't seen any deer in the garden this year, despite all the windfall apples.
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