|No Turkeys! Out on that bank on our boundary, where Mr Fox|
definitely comes patrolling, is NOT a good place to nest.
|Occupational hazard of fencing in these parts.|
|Turkey eggs "hidden" in the scrub.|
|The three ducks gave me a scare when the female fell asleep|
on an dead clump of Lady's Mantle. She was so well matched
in colour, I thought we were down to 2 ducks.
So Mrs C was by now wide awake, of course and in her thorough search of the area, came across another 'Tis the Season' thing, a little clump of three turkey eggs hidden under some fine tree branches but right out by the bank over which Brer Fox comes when he does visit. Not a very sensible place to nest, Mrs Turk. (Gloria or Deo, we do not know whom yet.).
|Some first "dandelions" for the bees. These|
are coltsfoot, (Tussilago farfara)
|Gandalf. King of the Hill.|
|Battle scarred Herme.|
|Mucking out the lambing pens and|
dismantling them. I get my shed back!
|Rosie and her twins. Bábóg is on the right.|
|All is now well on the laptop. The PC is destined for the WEEE|
|Finally. 'tis the season for baby chicks. These are Silvergirl's.|