The rain yesterday delayed our mammoth hunt along the cliffs until the sun came out. Yes you read that right we were hunting mammoths … we found some too, and not a gun in sight. More on that story another time perhaps.
It was after we’d emptied our pockets of fossils, done our ‘show and tell’ and were having a bite to eat that a couple of Grey Partridges decided to take a flying dip into the pond – what outlandish behaviour for something with such a stiff upper lip as an ‘English’ Partridge. It’s the heat… the damned heat.
Sundays much needed precipitation brought a freshness to the garden this morning. The wildflower border was positively buzzing with insects. Amid the myriad of hoverflies I was trying to identify there was the one pictured x several hundred more. It was more about trying out a new macro lens than anything else. Good to see the base of the food chain doing well in our little oasis here at Falcon Cottage.
Not long now. Soon be jetting away to southern climes in search of Beaked Whales, and more, on the Azores. I wonder what we’ll find?