Rushes were swaying to and fro rustling in the wind, and I noticed a tiny ladybug feasting on something that looked like a caterpillar.
Yellow dung fly sat chilling on the young fern frond. Don’t be misled by the name – adult dung flies spend most of their time hunting small insects in vegetation.
Furled fronds of young ferns look like cute little animals.
This one looks like a furry snake 🙂
Larches sport the most beautiful shade of green.
I check on every blackbird I see in case it is a Red billed chough. There is a couple of them living in the Anne Valley. I saw one last year, but it quickly disappeared in bushes before I grabbed my camera.
The blackbird is quietly following me as I walk.
Finally he shows himself for long enough to take a picture. Funny, curious bird.
Song Thrush young keep together.
This scared baby is a juvenile Robin. A clumsy dove landed on his tree and he moved closer to where I sit. I feel good 🙂
Warbler ignores me as if I don’t exist.
I took pictures of some simple but beautiful flowers.
This insect is trying to look like a wasp, but it has only one pair of wings and quite a wide waist which gives away its true identity : it is a Syrphid fly.
A group of swans, some of them last year’s cygnets, are floating near the island in the middle of the pond where they will spend the night.
Four ducks, survivors of the family of ten, didn’t want to be photographed.
The swans are finally getting ready for the night, and I am heading home.
One more picture of Foxglove before I drive away.
Thank you for joining me for this walk.
Have a wonderful week ahead!