Dés notre arrivée, le héron s’envole indigné.
And the heron flies off, indignant.
You disturbed the peace.
Nous sommes des troubleurs de paix.
Il n’y a pas d’amareyeurs par ici,
Maigre certitude, en ces temps incertains :
Il n’y en aura jamais.
What do you say to the country side,
when you come back after all these years?
The river in a hurry runs wild.
Bank swallows scheme and skim
over rising waters.
Bellies full of insects,
too soon they will gather.
Their departure grows near,
I miss them already.
Here is a series of pictures I recently took from the water’s edge in Weirwood Reservoir, which is one of my favourite places around here. It is a big body of water made of the Medway River – even though it is only a stream at that point (the Medway starts around here), there is a dam at one end which keeps the water contained here. Although it is man made, it is such a beautiful place and a great haven for wild life…
I went for a walk this am, to visit one of our local pond which is a small sanctuary for wildlife and a great bird watching spot. I was sat on the bench there, listening to all the bird songs and enjoying watching them all.
As I got a bit closer to take a picture of a duck, I realised that the water had a lot of rainbow pools in it. I saw that someone had thrown a car battery in the pond and that the acid had been leaking…
I would like to think that I’m a naturalist. But mostly an urban naturalist.
I love observing Nature reclaiming urban areas.
May has vanished in a flash.
She’s disappeared. Gone. Like that.
Lost in thoughts
The garden still needs cleaning.
Birds are always in sync. They always arrive and leave at the right time.
Seven years ago, my parents were driving in the French countryside, where they live.
My dad noticed a black shape on the side of the road. As he got nearer, he found himself looking into the eyes of a fledgling crow who was laying there, near a roundabout. She was only a few weeks old and completely on her own, with no parents in sight or earshot.
I think a lot of people obsess with the weather when they are conversing. I have noticed that writers seem to be obsessed with time.
Here we are, at the end of May.
Boy turned 10 earlier on this month. I still dont understand where that time went…
Boy and I went birdwatching with some friends today and we were very lucky. As Boy and his friend were busy looking for large branches of trees to throw in the water, I stayed in the bird hide with my binoculars and I got to see ducks, crows, Canadian geese, a cormorant, a heron in flight, landing on the water, a kingfisher, a blue-tit and an Iceland gull… It was fantastic!