Dock Beetle
Earwig
Slug
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)
Wild Borage
Moorhen eggs from the Common ubiquitous but striking black, grey, red and white birds with oversized feet; the beautiful eggs yield rather unfortunate looking chicks, the type that only a mother could love, before they transition into the rather more refined adult birds.