Category Archives: Flora/Fauna

Chard, and rain

Thursday 8th April 2021, 12.20pm (day 3,514)

The baby chard happily grows, waiting inside until things warm up — which going by the weather in the last few days, might be a while yet. I, on the other hand, just wait inside, not feeling like I grew much today, in any sense.

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Wild garlic motherlode

Tuesday 6th April 2021, 12.50pm (day 3,512)

Wild garlic, 6/4/21

Time for a forage….. No, I’m not telling you exactly where this stash is. Somewhere in Hebden Bridge. I will say no more.

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Goalie, pylon, llama

Saturday 3rd April 2021, 3.10pm (day 3,509)

Goalie, pylon, llama, 3/4/21

Now here’s a fairly unique combination: witnessed on the edge of Burnley this afternoon. But as I typed the title of this post, it struck me that it sounded like one of those ‘what 3 words’ geolocation things. So I tried it, and magnificently, “goalie.pylon.llama” does correspond to a 3 x 3m square of land on South Island, New Zealand, to the west of the town of Greymouth — as this page proves. There could be a whole new game in this.

And yes, football’s back. In some ways, anyway.

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Eager robin

Friday 2nd April 2021, 3.05pm (day 3,508)

Robin on compost, 2/4/21

Robins succeed because they’ve commandeered the ecological niche entitled ‘we really don’t give a shit about those human creatures’. We turned over a pile of compost on the allotment and this fearless chap was picking it over before we’d moved five feet back. He got the best pickings — woodlice, centipedes, worms — everything else was just in his wake. Birds! Ignore the humans! Be the robin! You’ll not regret it.

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Feeling relaxed

Wednesday 31st March 2021, 11.50am (day 3,506)

Sheep relaxing, 31/3/21

Anyone in Britain will tell you that the weather over the last two days has been extremely pleasant. I’m off work for a while, too. I think the relaxed appearance of these lambs is something I can identify with. Mum? Well, she’s just knackered.

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Blossoming, unseen

Wednesday 24th March 2021, 1.30pm (day 3,499)

Courtyard blossom, 24/3/21

There may be a few people, other than me, working in the Ellen Wilkinson Building at this time. There are occasional noises, dimly perceived, as if made by spirits. Shadowy presences in stairwells. But seeing as even in normal times I was usually the only one who ventured out into the hidden courtyard, the annual cherry blossom display is even more personal than usual, this year. We both greeted a warm, early spring day — alone.

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Mr and Mrs Duck

Saturday 13th March 2021, 3.20pm (day 3,488)

Duck couple. 13/3/21

“Lately, the humans have been conspicuous by their absence, don’t you think dear?”

“Indeed. There’s this bloke with the long hair who often hangs out by the riverside. But I think he’s harmless.”

“I agree. That’s why we let him take these close-ups.”

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Owl fail

Wednesday 10th March 2021, 1.40pm (day 3,485)

Owl fail, 10/3/21

This is not the first time that I have photographed evidence that the fake owls that stand on some of the buildings in Hebden Bridge fail to deter the pigeons in any way. But it is the first time I have caught one with a pigeon actually sat on its head. The humiliation is complete.

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Birds on Hollingworth Lake

Sunday 7th March 2021, 9.35am (day 3,482)

Birds on Hollingworth Lake, 7/3/21

Hollingworth Lake is a reservoir, and for 200 years has also been a sort of strange, inland beach resort, where thousands of people once flocked on weekends — something that can still seem as if it’s the case. Even at 9.35 on a Sunday, early morning sunshine had brought lots of people out today, including me (because it’s healthy). The birdlife didn’t really care however. They watch us, just as we watch them, I am sure.

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On the hillside

Saturday 6th March 2021, 2.30pm (day 3,481)

Sheep on hillside, 6/3/21

As we approach the first anniversary of the Great Fear, Saturdays have largely become the most uneventful day of the week. My activity, or otherwise, on them has become governed by the weather. This aftenroon was very pleasant — so out I went. The local sheep population had a spring in its step, too.

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