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)
A lovely spring day yesterday, saw this overwintering Comma butterfly flitting about the copse of the East side of our little plot. It is resting on the emerging Cow Parsley. I also saw a Tortoiseshell and Peacock butterfly enjoying the Spring warmth. No sign yet of a Brimstone or Orangetip.
