It's that time of year. Birders turn their eyes to orchids and butterflies while they remain alert ready to react to any unforeseen rarity that turns up in their neck of the woods. On that matter, what is a neck of the woods? Anyone know?
Well I've certainly been a bit quiet myself. Diesel at sky high price, Covid going full tonto and Boris refusing to fall on his sword. As usual.
June 9th: North Cave
Probable southern marsh orchids
A very worn painted lady!
Aggressive, ruthless but very smart looking birds - lesser black-backed gulls.
June 10th: My cat, Jeti
Three years old, Jeti died June 10th after being hit by a car during the night. We live down a very quiet road and her death was hard to understand or believe. A phone call from a veterinary practice told me she'd been identified from her chip. Picked up about thirty yards from our house. I'd spent the morning in the garden calling her.
I know all cats are special to their cat-loving owners [and we've had a good few over the last 49 years] but Jeti was different in that she considered herself to be my cat and she had little to do with my wife. If I was in the garden, Jeti was. She loved to climb - walls, fences, trees - anything! She would follow me like a dog, talking incessantly and if I sat down on the bench in the vegetable garden she would come and sit next to me or roll around on the ground at my feet.
I miss her every morning as she would wait on the extension roof to be let in through the window.
June 15th: Blacktoft
June 16th: Jay in our garden
From a trail camera video clip