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Watching. From kitchen window. The tree creeper (certhia familiaris) creeps, weaves, hangs, spirals around the Apple tree bole. It was movement, seemingly of the bark itself, that gave away ‘ki’ presence before id of white belly and tweezer bill.
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It fills me with so much joy to watch blue and coal tits pick peanuts off the feeding bowl 💚

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Lap-wing, Flap-wing
Black-wing, Silver-wing
Dawn-lit, Spring Pee-wit

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St Mark’s fly — a little early to mark the day (25th April),
but celebrating the sunshine all the same.

They usually emerge around late April,
drifting in slow swarms,
harmless and short-lived pollinators.

This one paused on a daffodil,
shimmering its wings in the sun.

#NoticingNature #Spring

A comma butterfly resting with wings open on a bramble leaf in bright sunlight, showing rich orange colouring with dark spots and scalloped edges against a softly blurred green background.

A comma. A pause. A perfect moment in the day…

Watching this beautiful butterfly sun its wings —
so still, so settled.

In the end, it was I who fluttered away,
while she remained on her bramble leaf in the sunshine.

A small white “comma” lies hidden beneath her wings.

#NoticingNature #Butterfly

#StoryPlants #WildflowerHour

Mares tail (Equisetum arvense) — older than our lanes, older even than the woods.

I found them lit by sun along the verge, each stem held by the earth like a taper —

not announcing spring,
but witnessing it.

Again.

#BritishWildflowers
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#AncientPlants

The wind was roaring overhead yesterday.

Branches encrusted with turkey tail fungi, pale lichens and mosses tumbled from the canopy, scattering across the lane like driftwood.

The quiet gardens of the upper branches — suddenly at eye level.

#WoodlandEcology
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#HiddenWorlds
#Fungi

Choosing one precious moment to hold the day — the first wood anemone I’ve seen this year, curtsying on the wayside as I passed.
I curtsied back, of course, and took a photograph.
Windflowers indeed — March winds frisking through my walking togs.

#NoticingNature #BritishWildflowers #Spring

A slow day. No galloping about.

A mare’s tail prancing through primroses.
Wild daffodils in rain bonnets — sunshine yellow against my soggy cap.

Pussy willow, soft and new.
Bracket fungi.

Blue sky as the rain relented.
Nothing hurried. Nothing missing.

#NoticingNature #EarlySpring #DawnChorus

A country mile from home.

Marshy grassland lifting and folding in long, roly-poly undulations, the path seeming provisional — less imposed than quietly agreed upon.

And there, wild daffodils — gathered, golden, assured.

I curtsied without thinking. To beauty.

Spring approaching.

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For Wildflower Hour.

Petals before proclamations.
Colour before certainty.

Gathered in the rain —
raindrops lending everything a quiet radiance.

Above it all, the song thrush rehearsing the season.

Spring — not declared, but approaching.

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Let sleeping logs lie.

A mossy drift, a twist of grain, and suddenly the woodland floor acquires a cast of resting characters — drowsy, watchful, or merely unimpressed by passing humans with cameras.

I took the hint and stepped quietly by.

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#NatureAndImagination
#WoodlandWonder

Nature, in its inimitable way, offers comfort — plumping up cushions of primroses, scattering them beneath bare silver birch branches and along the sunken path to the fairy house.

Even on a squally day, the living world knows how to soften the edges.

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A gentle day.

Rain gathered in the hollow of an empty snail shell. On impulse, I rested a few daisies within it, their faintly pink-tinted rays catching what light the afternoon allowed.

Placing brightness inside absence — a small restoration of balance.

#NoticingNature #Daisies #MindfulMoments

A blustery day, restless branches, shifting skies. Sunlight slips between clouds; fallen leaves glow like amber stained glass, their hidden architecture briefly revealed — veined like leaded church windows. How much of beauty is simply this: illumination, attention, timing. #NoticingNature

Sheltering beneath a comfrey leaf, Greater stitchwort, I think, though it’s hard to believe appearing as if by invitation rather than season.
February light, spare and colour-thin, and yet here — a white star quietly opened.
Some flowers do not wait their turn.
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A landscape. In the foreground is a long shadow, created by a hillside and the sky is dark threatening above, with bare tree branches silhouetted. In the mid-ground is a band of bare deciduous trees brightly lit by the late afternoon sun

. #NoticingNature late afternoon sun on some deciduous woodland which is almost ready to burst into leaf!
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Witches’ butter.
After rain, when branch and tree stand bedraggled and muted, a burst of yellow appears — translucent, folded, improbably bright. Not petal-yellow, but stranger. A woodland lamp lit by weather, catching the eye like an amber traffic signal, quietly commanding pause. #NoticingNature

Collage of 9 photos showing frog spawn, Hazel flower & catkins, tadpoles, scarlet elf cups, purple crocus, pussy willow, yellow gorse, daffodils, celandine

I'm loving being out noticing the signs of growth & new life!
What are you surprised by on your outings?
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Sound the trumpets — wild daffodils have opened in Silver-wind Spinney.
Their beginnings are hidden and quiet below ground; their emergence anything but shy. What looks like frill and flourish is exquisite design — architecture shaped by light, timing, and the promise of encounter.
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Two photos. The first shows an immature Elm, Ulmus procera, devoid of leaves on a February day. It is thin with an upright habit. The second shows a close up of a young lateral branch with regular, spherical pink buds. They look as if they'd have the texture of those liquorice sweets that are covered in hundreds and thousands.

. #NoticingNature A disease resistant elm thriving at Christchurch #Oxford. Their flower buds are just about to burst open!

Most of Europe's elms were devastated in the last century by Dutch elm disease, caused by the fungus Ophiostoma novo-ulmi, spread by bark mining beetles.
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The forecourt of an abandoned office block has become clogged with dead leaves and litter. In the cracks where the pavement meets the facade is a row of self-seeded butterfly bushes, Buddleja davidii. In February they are straggly and green, with the remnant of last year's flower heads.

. #NoticingNature Very appropriate for Bluesky!

Buddleja will take hold in the cracks of any abandoned city space. It looks gorgeous in summer and is an excellent nectar source for butterflies but can crowd-out caterpillar food plants. #SciComm #Nature

Wildflower Hour — a gathering close to home
Wildflowers discovered while wandering our heartland and the country lanes that lead here — as far as our feet will travel, for now, as Neil recovers.
Today’s wildflower companions, met gladly and with care.

#WildflowerHour
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A wall of grey engineering bricks meets a tarmac path. Growing at the interface is a ragged looking plant with clusters of tiny flowers, only noticeable when pointed out to you.

. #NoticingNature One of those plants which can live in the tiniest pocket of soil! Pellitory-of-the-wall, Parietaria Judaica, looking glorious in #0xford
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Wild daffodils begin as quiet work underground — leaves first, then buds like small light bulbs, waiting to be switched into flower. In folklore they mark returning light, the year leaning forward. I’m learning to trust this steady light, and to walk with it through darker days. #NoticingNature

A photo taken through a window looking outwards. There's a blurry grey sky and treetops but in the centre of the frame, in sharp focus, is the silhouette of a ladybird walking across the window.

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A *slightly* warmer day sees his ladybird out for a walk

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