Rolling back the new Environmental Land Management Scheme (ELMS) that encourages farmers to protect nature in favour of the old, often criticised method of paying landowners a set amount per acre of land owned.
An ongoing drought is drying up rare chalk rivers and all of our rivers fail to meet the chemical standards set for them.
The Royal Society For The Prevention of Cruelty to Birds (RSPB) has been leading the response. I’m not a bird photographer, so I’m using owl art for this post, owls being an old symbol of wisdom. And because art might be the only way future generations know some of the wildlife our society takes for granted.
My sister and I were on a mushroom-spotting walk in and around Sunnyhurst Wood when we found these pale ones just above head height on an old beech tree. The tree has been struck by lightning and part of its canopy is dead and bare.
We weren’t planning to pick mushrooms, neither of us being able to identify them, just to see how many different types we could spot before the autumn leaves covered them. We found quite a lot, though no unusual colours, such as purples, and none of the elusive white spotted red ones I’d love to see. Most of the fungi were growing at the base of trees, on the ground or on fallen branches, and the ones in the trees were more often bracket or turkey-tail types so these seemed unusual, the luminous backlight showing them off well against the living half of the tree. Continue reading “Pale Mushrooms and a Richness of Swallows”
Well, you have to say it as it is, don’t you? While researching for this post, I learned something, as so often. I was wondering whether these are white doves or merely pigeons. What a difference a word makes.
This pink flamingo is up so high on metal legs that I had to crop the bottom part of them off to make my picture square for Becky. (Trust me, it’s better to see extra foliage than extra gravel.) Continue reading “Garden Art: Tall Birds”