Great Spotted Woodpecker

It was full of showers, every time I started to take a picture, down it came stopping any photographing. Still its bound to stop! Well, I couldn't take one, so, here is one from the archives.

Nuthatch (New Fancy)

This is one of my favourites, attacker of all that comes in his way, especially the Tits. But, it looks so furtive.

Fallow Deer, Painted Lady, Desmoiselle Crane..................

Painted Lady butterfly
Fallow Deer
Desmoiselle Crane

What about me, I'm a Common Toad?
It wasn't a nice day, cold and some rain. So, I meant to put these on the blog, but something stopped me. Don't ask me what, because I do not remember! Or they were a bit scrappy.

What's on at New Fancy?

Oh, the autumn leaves

they start dying

until they spring back into life

Green Woodpecker

Great tit

Blackbird (A day at The Marshes in Lydney)

It seems wrong that out of this bird,

Black, bold, a suggestion of dark

Places about it, there yet should come

Such rich music, as though the notes'

Ore were changed to a rare metal

At one touch of that bright bill.

You have heard it often, alone at your desk

In a green April, your mind drawn

Away from its work by sweet disturbance

Of the mild evening outside your room.

A slow singer, but loading each phrase

With history's overtones, love, joy

And grief learned by his dark tribe

In other orchards and passed on

Instinctively as they are now,

But fresh always with new tears.

A poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas