The end of a good week’s writing. This week, it was mainly about marsupials, chickens, and Darwin’s theory of evolution by means of natural selection.
White cuckooflowers (aka lady’s smock) our in bloom in the damper patches of the fields. They’re so named because they traditionally appear at around the same time as the cuckoos. Must keep my ears open. They’re one of the favourite food-plants of orange-tip butterflies, which are suddenly all over the place. I don’t have a favourite butterfly, but orange-tips would certainly be contenders. I took half an hour off from writing wandering around the garden, macro lens on camera, hoping to photograph one. Plenty shot past, but, in the absence of cuckoo flower, none stayed stayed put. Instead, I contented myself photographing a clump of greater stitchwort (one of my favourite flowers) that I was delighted to find growing on the boundary between our garden and the neighbour’s. I also discovered some old galls in one of our oak saplings.
On our evening walk around the lanes, I was pleased to finally get a photograph of a jackdaw gathering hair from the back of a horse as nesting material. They seem to make a habit of it, and the horses seem to enjoy the experience.
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