Large White |
going to mean a bad year for butterflies.
All I saw by the river was a few isolated whites and the only pleasing thing was that one of them settled and could be identified as a large white. This time there were no orange
tips.
Marsh Tits |
It is also the season for baby birds. Blue tits and on one occasion great tits have chosen my plum tree as a feeding station for their young. There seems to be a very healthy hatch of blue tits. Some have learned to take from the peanut feeder but one in particular found it hard to hang on to and fell straight off.
Baby Blue Tits
The jackdaws I thought were nesting next door have clearly been successful and there is now the interesting spectacle of a couple of juvenile jackdaws playing games around the decking. Apart from chasing each other round in a form of musical patio furniture, they are compulsively trying to pick things up and wonder off with them. A particular favourite is a fallen foxglove flower, which then gets dragged around to no evident purpose.
Juvenile Jackdaws
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