Due to persistant rain we weren't able to do much in the garden on Saturday. A brief lull early in the morning allowed me to nip out quick, whereupon I managed to plant a couple of bits of native germander speedwell around the pond and a buttercup in the meadow area. And joy upon joy I discovered some of the frog's spawn had hatched into tiny tadpoles!
Sunday's weather was gorgeous. As I stood at the kitchen window at 9.15am, eating my breakfast, I had the briefest glimpse of a fox as it crossed the end of the garden and into our neighbours'. It had a very short tail; no more than a foot long.
A short time later I was clearing some of the dead stalks and leaves from the pond edge disturbing a few very active looking dragonfly larvae. Some of these were tiny so I'm guessing they were damselfly babies. No pond scaters have appeared yet, though last week I saw lots on the dykes in the Cuckmere valley.
As I worked, a chiff chaff; one of our summer migrants began singing nearby. Flies and a type of large bee were on the wing. Lastly, I was overjoyed to see the native betony seeds I sowed last autumn have germinated. Isn't this such a lovely time of year. Seeing and hearing all these signs of spring; it's like meeting old friends.
Sunday's weather was gorgeous. As I stood at the kitchen window at 9.15am, eating my breakfast, I had the briefest glimpse of a fox as it crossed the end of the garden and into our neighbours'. It had a very short tail; no more than a foot long.
A short time later I was clearing some of the dead stalks and leaves from the pond edge disturbing a few very active looking dragonfly larvae. Some of these were tiny so I'm guessing they were damselfly babies. No pond scaters have appeared yet, though last week I saw lots on the dykes in the Cuckmere valley.
As I worked, a chiff chaff; one of our summer migrants began singing nearby. Flies and a type of large bee were on the wing. Lastly, I was overjoyed to see the native betony seeds I sowed last autumn have germinated. Isn't this such a lovely time of year. Seeing and hearing all these signs of spring; it's like meeting old friends.