The Midnight Snail

Poor Olive is around again, but she has got mange, probably from the extremely mangy dog fox. She is considerably more nervous and no longer sits in the garden in the daytime but sneaks in at night to grab our leftovers. Luckily, I had a spare bottle of the homeopathic mixture for fox mange, so I have been making her a honey sandwich every night and sprinkling four drops on it, as instructed. I hope they do the trick. (My partner is sure it's Olive, but I'm not so sure; I think it could be her sister, Kinky, who was always more shy than Olive. Whichever it is, I shall do my best to save her.)

As I was putting out the sandwich, I came across - in fact, almost trod on - these two snails making one another's acquaintance, I assume in preparation for doing whatever it is snails do to propogate their species. Exchanging slime, perhaps. Although I hate slugs, who seem obscenely undressed without a shell, I have a soft spot for snails and love their burnished, earth-coloured shells. Here they are, Romeo and Juliet, though I have no idea which is which.

I also snapped this peacock butterfly on some blossom beside the pond.

Young robin

I saw a bird I didn't recognise, sitting on top of the peanut feeder. It was an orangey chestnut all over, and about the size of a dunnock. My partner recognised it as a young robin, because the red on their breast takes a while to develop. Wonder if it's the one that was being fed by Widow Robin after Flad the Impaler had munched her mate?

The Swifts are Back!

As I was walking back from the post office this morning, the air was suddenly split by the joyful shrieks of swifts. I feel sure it was May 7th that I first heard them last year. Wonderful!

I also spotted the solitary bird of prey I have seen for the last few months, wheeling around quite high up. It's not a buzzard as I can't spot the familiar 'fingers' on the wings. Wonder if it's a red kite?

PS: I just checked my 2008 blog entries and I first noticed them on 8th May. Just one day's difference. How accurate their inner clocks must be.

Hillingdon sparrows

Sparrows thrive in Hillingdon due to the large number of privet hedges which resound with merry chirrups as you pass. The sparrows in the photo are parents of one baby which they were feeding earlier - pity it's just one. Let's hope the other pairs in the neighbourhood have managed to raise bigger broods. Pictured with them is the bird we call the Blush as at first we weren't sure if it was a thrush or a female blackbird. It has a wonderful orange speckly breast - and a mate who is definitely a male blackbird.



As for this picture... who do you think won the race? (Considering I was at least 30 feet away, sitting at the kitchen table and shooting through the patio door, my little Pentax Optio doesn't take a bad picture.)

A frog at last!

We thought the frogs had died out or deserted as last year there was no spawn. This year some spawn was laid but it didn't develop. But today we saw this frog, and there was another somewhere in the pond's murky depths. Perhaps they will spawn again - or is it too late in the year?

The Lone Hornet

Well, here he is, sunbathing on the fence. I thought I was very brave to get so close (about two feet with the little digital camera on full zoom). I must read the manual for my digital SLR as I'm sure that would have taken a better photo.

Mrs Robin and the Lone Hornet

My partner saw Mrs Robin all on her own, feeding a single chick at the bottom of the garden. Wonder if this is the sole survivor, or if they only had one anyway?

The Lone Hornet is back! It drinks from the pond then sits and sunbathes on the fence. I bravely tiptoed close with the camera, but it suddenly took off, whereupon I screamed and rushed indoors, coward that I am! As my partner says, "It's a big lad!" (This pic isn't one of mine. I wouldn't be brave enough to get THAT close!)