|Roscommon/South Leitrim, the only 'No' constituency|
in the state.
|Only one way to celebrate?|
|The new black cat looking a bit beleaguered|
down behind Liz's knee. In her right hand (as
well as the wine and ciggy) is the (wooden)
'Spoon of Doom'
|A new bog-plant on me, the tiny Heath Milkwort |
|Just the one chick for the broody Buff.|
|The tiny chick follows Mum for an explore|
in the wide open spaces.
After our excitement of the swarm by T McC's bees we have been checking on his hives for him and reporting back as he had to return to Dublin for a few days (and to vote!) but we have also been extra-vigilant at our own hive. On the 23rd they gave us a bit of a scare but it was only a false alarm. It was a warm afternoon and at 4pm there suddenly seemed to be way too many bees out of the hive, all over the front and in the air. Liz and I suited up, grabbed the skep, loppers and secateurs and went down to watch. It all calmed down, then, and the bees all went back indoors. False alarm (and nothing since).
|If you can't catch a swarm, |
maybe you'll catch a cat?
|Old and new|
|A neat job with no tufts and no wads of cut grass lying about.|
|Another tiny bog-composite. Mountain Everlasting, or|
Antennaria dioica, easy to ID as it has different male flowers
(pink, fluffy) to its female ones (pictured)
|Sheep liver-fluke meds.|