Friday, 18 December 2009
Usual walk along the FW to Yarmouth old railway track. We walk through woods, looking out for squirrels, until finally the woods stop and the view is open across the Yar estuary. It was threatening to rain all day. Looking towards Yarmouth it looked fine, but turning round at the same spot the clouds look threatening, although we got back to the car without getting wet.
Rolly keeps sitting on the cupboard next to the Christmas tree. I have a pot of catnip here. I think he can smell it. He quite often keeps his mouth open when he's relaxed (which is most of the time)
A horse I did from a photo. I was a bit reluctant to copy a photo, as it's hard to capture the true picture of an animal that is seen every day by the owners, but I was pleased with the result. It was done on Oak, which has the advantage of creating a lovely, black burn similar to an ink drawing, but the disadvantage of having a strong grain to work against.
Monday, 9 November 2009
This lovely squirrel watched me take many photos while he munched on an acorn. His nose was strangely dark, but I think it was from rooting around in the damp leaves beneath the trees when he dug out the acorn. He was with two other squirrels, and we saw another further along the lane eating what looked like a bit of toadstool or mushroom. He nibbled around the edges before stretching up a tree and pushing it between two branches, saving it for later no doubt!
A closer look at his strange nose! He looked fat and healthy, even with his dark nose and one ear longer than the other!
While I took the photos three elderly walkers came past. The last one asked me what we were looking at. Thinking they were Islanders, I just replied "A squirrel".
"Oh, it's a red one!" she replied, and I then presumed they were visitors to the Isle of Wight, as all residents know there are no grey squirrels here. Nevertheless, her two companions were distinctly uninterested, and continued their walk without either looking or commenting.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
This walk used to be a railway line between Freshwater and Yarmouth (Isle of Wight). I expect the branches will be stripped bare of all the lovely autumn leaves the next time we go, as we have had gales today and yesterday.
In between dog walkers and silent cyclists, red squirrels come out and root around for acorns on the path. There is a lovely cafe at the Freshwater end, called 'The End Of The Line', which sell hot, home made quiche with salad and hot sausage baguettes.
At the other end, through the woods and along side the estuary is Yarmouth, and Gossips cafe that is built on posts over the sea. In Gossips you can eat a meal while watching the comings and goings of the car ferry, which docks nearby.
I love this little squirrel. He looks like a baby and he wasn't scared of us at all!
Monday, 26 October 2009
Here on the Isle of Wight there are no grey squirrels, so there's plenty of food for the reds. Grey squirrels are capable of eating green acorns and unripe nuts, whilst reds have to wait for them to turn brown.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Friday, 25 September 2009
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
No matter how dry and dusty the soil is, Rolly always finds a muddy place to sink his paws into. He gets earth squashed between his paws and wet mud up his short legs.
Then, instead of carfully washing his fur white again...........
.......he just sits on them and pretends they are fine.
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
There are wild roses in the hedgerows, and the old rookery is deserted now. I don't know if the rooks will be able to return next year, as the trees, like lots round here, are dead.
The two ducks are sunbathing by the pond, which is alive with shoals of fish. A banded agrion followed me down towards the fish farm.
Friday, 22 May 2009
Friday, 15 May 2009
Whiskers jumped through the cat flap at 8.30 pm Sunday May 3rd. and did not come back. I have spent the last 10 days walking across fields both day and night calling him, putting leaflets through doors and asking people to check sheds. When I had just about given up hope a psychic lady told me he was still alive and close by. More hunting and calling followed, but yesterday he just walked through the door, meiowing very loudly. He was thirsty and hungry, and making lots of noise. He has had bad dreams, waking up suddenly and crying loudly, but he is settling down again now. I think he was shut in somewhere near by, but I will never know for sure.
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Your fairy is called Tangle Elfwand.She is a cheerful sprite.She lives at the bottom of tangled gardens and in hedgerows.She is only seen when the seer holds a four-leafed cloverShe wears tangled dresses of multicoloured petals. She has delicate green wings like a cicada.