AKA - (Six acres and not a clue!)
My personal diary of the comings and goings of wildlife during the development of my little piece of England.
'...There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.' (R. Brooke)
The meadow is still in full bloom and the butterflies and bees are taking full advantage. Red Admiral (bottom) feeding on cover and Tortoiseshell, feeding in a corn-cockle large white and small copper were all on the wing.
