So I was going to try for at least one post a month …….
A windy day today, 14th March, but mild and bright. Frogs are very busy in the ponds today so I thought I’d post a little poem, one of the very first I attempted (I’m a late starter where poetry’s concerned). It had been a very hard winter and the pond had been frozen for many days. We counted over 20 dead frogs – but some survived and lived to breed again.
The dormant pond lies white and thick with frost
so frogs below must dwell in mud and wait.
The ice-trapped air has spread its poison breath
and ghostly glass-blurred corpses float beneath
I place the bodies in their earthy grave.
The pond, as black as mountain lochans, lies
unchanged until the robin builds his nest
when jewelled spawn and hope returns once more.
There she was on the ground, between the cherry tree and the whirly clothesline. A large brown bird. A casual glance and I realised the sparrowhawk had come to call. She was tearing voraciously, sharp eyes, sharp talons, sharp beak. I must have moved or she had finished and before I could grab the camera she had flown off to the fence. Found the camera, damn the battery was flashing but she stayed. For at least half an hour, resting, digesting, preening. Afterwards I examined the feathers under the bird feeder. Not sure if it was a sparrow or a collar dove. I thought one or two of the feathers looked like collar dove but all that remained were feathers. I don’t begrudge her, they are such beautiful birds. I am sorry for the sparrow or the dove but life is like that.
I have been taking photographs, trying to catch butterflies and bees but without great success. These are just a few of the better ones. It was good to see so many white butterflies but whether they were large or small cabbage whites or even striped ones it is hard to say. Tortoiseshell, Peacock and Red Admiral a little easier to recognize and there is even a small brown one. However, identification of bumble bees remains beyond me, as do many things at the moment. It has not been the best of months confidence wise but hey, it can only get better. The weather though continues to be the best summer we have had for a long time, so that is something to be thankful for.
I have submitted this for the weekly photo challenge of Carefree because just looking at the butterflies and bees floating around the garden enjoying the lavender and buddleia made me feel a whole lot better.