I'm at Haye Farm (http://haye-farm.co.uk/) just outside Bewdley, I'm staying on the Caravan site. It’s a fluffy grey cloudy sky today with some patches of blue. There is a chilly breeze; I can hear the clucking of hens and the loud Cock-a-doodle-doo from the Cockerel in the nearby chicken pen. The Cockerel sometimes has a crowing contest with another Cockerel that roams the farm.
White-tailed Bumblebees are searching the nearby Brambles for the last remaining flowers.
The variegated Holly of whom there is a number planted in the hedges on the farm, are full of berries too.
Completely different day now, pale blue sky with wispy white clouds and the wind is picking up, quite gusty. A Woodpigeon is singing and a Chiffchaff, the wind is rustling the leaves of the trees.
The odd Meadow Brown Butterfly battling the wind. Lots of White Clover in the grass, the flowers being visited by White-tailed Bumblebees,
There is the odd Red Clover flower poking up but the Bees don’t seem to have noticed.
Walking along the stock fence that marks the end of the Caravan site I found a Feverfew plant, its Daisy like flowers being visited by many Insects,
a Lesser Dung Fly,
Hogweed Bonking Beetle
and a Hover Fly (Syrphus torvus I think)
Defiantly going to be a lot of fruit this year, the Apple trees are loaded.
Back by the Bramble bush, there are at least three species of bee here, the White-tailed Bumblebee,
A Pied Wagtail has just landed, first having a preen and then a stretch before chasing after flying insects, running and twisting as if it’s beak was being pulled about by an invisible tormentor.
This is the Cockerel that roams the Farm, he has three hens.
17:44 Haye Farm.
A Blackbird nearby has started his evening song, beautiful rich fruity notes that takes me back to childhood days with my Mum & Dad on the allotment, the memory of the weed bonfire, that smell and the sound of the Church clock sounding out the hours. I really do miss those days.
18:42 Haye Farm.
Walking down to the fishing lakes,
there are two lakes, a small one called the Curtis Pool and a larger one called the Dexter Pool.
I walked around the Curtis Pool; clumps of Spiny Rushes are dotted about the banks,
with Creeping Thistle.
Hazel trees form a hedge at the far end of the lake, their white unripe nuts arranged in tempting clusters.
their Acorns just emerging.
The Flag Iris, its seed pods are swelling nicely.
A well established Dog Rose dominates part of the returning hedge.
Walking back towards my starting point I came across a gathering of Common Blue Damselflies, not really interested in flying and it looks as if it was some kind of roosting patch.
Now almost back where I started, I walked past a Yellow Water-lily.
19:43 Haye Farm.
Now back at the Caravan I can hear a Magpie chattering, it was sat on top of a dead Cork Oak.
Well I think it is time to pack up for a cup of tea.