Category: Old Nature Notes

Old nature notes

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Scottish dragons

Scottish dragons We’ve just returned from a week in the Scottish Highlands, our biennial booster to health and happiness before the onset of another winter. The Loch at the bottom of my sister’s garden...

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Winging it

Winging it I’ve just read a report of a recently re-captured arctic tern that had been ringed in the Farne Islands thirty years ago. Arctic terns are among the greatest travellers in the bird...

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Toadstools and tits

Toadstools and tits I’m still in the grip of fungus fever. A telephone call from a friend – had we seen the fly agarics in the Ben Rhydding playing field, just along Bolling Road?...

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Spiders and small boys

Spiders and small boys A couple of weeks ago we attended an orchestral concert in the magnificently ornate Leeds Town Hall. In the middle of Beethoven’s Third Piano Concerto, a small spider gently lowered...

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Predator

Predator It must have happened quite early in the morning. When I went out about 8.00am to fill up the bird feeders, there was the evidence – a wide pool of grey and white...

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See bees

See bees The little plastic envelope contained a very dead bumblebee. A friend had found it on her windowsill, and wondered if it could be a tree bumblebee, a new species to Britain, coming...

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Galls

Galls I well remember the first time I saw an oak apple. I was about six, and we were on an expedition up through the fields to the Bleach Mill dam at Burley Woodhead,...

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Latest!

Latest! It must be a result of the long hard winter: I seem more than usually alert to every sign of Spring, marking off a mental tick list . So – a tiny ladybird...

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Chick bit

Chick bit A sad story: my neighbour called in bringing two pathetic little corpses, chicks, covered in yellowish down, eyes still sealed shut and enormous beaks. She’d found them in the cat basket. Could...

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Shipley blues

Shipley blues On a sunny Saturday afternoon in June what better plan than to go and look for butterflies? We didn’t head off up the Dale as one might expect, we caught a train...