Insect life in the garden is on the wane, which means I shall soon be returning to photographing all our lovely bird people instead. There aren't all that many to be seen in and around the garden yet; the hedges and fields are still too full of yummy bits and bobs to eat, but give it another month or so and they'll be clamouring for fat balls and full seed feeders, and then my trips to Scats will increase four-fold.
I managed to get a couple of Interesting Insect People on camera this week. First, this Green Shield Bug who was enjoying crawling about on the roses by the pond and was Very Amenable To Photographs...
And second this beautiful Green Veined White Butterfly, who was sitting so still on the Sweet Peas I nearly missed her. She looks so perfect I suspect she's only recently hatched out.
M disturbed Froggy in the front veg patch whilst clearing out the Cabbage-White-Annihilated cabbages. He managed to stay put just long enough for me to get a pic before he leapt for cover in the Johnson's Blues in one gigantic bound that made us both jump...
M has been busy cutting the hedges back over the weekend, a sure sign of Autumn's imminent arrival. There are no birds nesting in them now so it is safe to do this. The light it lets back into the garden is amazing, although every time he does it I can't help but think of horrible tales of people slipping and cutting their own heads off! He didn't help this by sheepishly telling me the ladder had wobbled several times.
Teddy, meanwhile, has been Perfecting The Art Of Getting In The Way, by flopping down in the middle of doorways so everyone is continually tripping over him. It is almost inevitable that he gets trodden on, and then he yelps and throws Exceeding Hurt Looks at whoever has squashed him. We call it "doing a Grandma Vera" in honour of one of my Grandmothers who had the same habit. This makes no difference to him at all: he carries on regardless.
He had a bath over the weekend because he was going to see Dougal (who is usually spotless), so he is rather whiter than normal (although, as I discovered to my cost when he hopped up on my lap for a snuggle yesterday, he still smells like an over-ripe cheese. I have no idea where this comes from, unless he has been storing cheese among the treasures he keeps in his basket and going to sleep on it. I found half an apple, two small squares of steak and a potato in there the other day so who knows? It is a distinct possibility).
M and I have been reading "The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared" as our book-at-bedtime. It is a Swedish novel, (make of that what you will). I am enjoying it, so you could do worse than look it out if you're stuck for an interesting and something-a-bit-different read with the winter nights beginning to draw in.
Talking of which, I have a pile of wool upstairs (some of it, I am embarrassed to say, still in its original balls and wrappings from when it was purchased last winter) which is ear-marked for a crochet blanket I am making. This has been my Winter Project for the last two years. I only crochet over the winter months because it's too dark to be outside, so the length of time it is taking me to make the blanket is not because I am a)unable to stick to and complete a project or b) a rubbish crocheter. I was taught by a friend while manning a craft stall, and my squares are a bit lopsided to tell the truth, but I tell myself this makes for an interesting overall effect and indeed blanket shape. I shall soon be picking-up this long-term project again and will keep you informed of my progress, but only if you promise not to hoot with laughter at any pictures. M, who loves blankets on the bed (not) can't wait for it to be finished and is thrilled at the prospect of a lop-sided scratchy woollen covering that will add more warmth to his already overheated bedtime feet.
I'm planning a Moth Night tonight, not having put the box out for a while. Last time I found this beautiful Copper Underwing asleep under the table the moth box was on...
Our kitchen clock (one of those which is meant to sound a different bird call for every hour, but we had to take the batteries out for that bit because the raucous calls were waking us up through the night and at that time of day, whilst you are half asleep, you tend to find yourself wondering why there is a starling in the kitchen and what it's doing calling in the dead of night, which is both stupid and annoying, and also causes your sleep-walking husband to blunder off with the intention of rescuing said non-existent bird, which in turn necessitates you waking up fully in order to wake him up and bring him back to bed before he falls down the stairs and does himself an injury which would be embarrassing to explain to the doctor, thus leaving you wide awake until the next hour is called and the whole thing starts again), anyway, the clock part needed new batteries yesterday, so I took it off the wall, turned it over and discovered this furry person, asleep where the batteries that power the annoying bird calls would ordinarily go...
Can you spot him?
He's a Setaceous Hebrew Character, which sounds Very Impressive And Thrilling in a Cloak And Dagger Moth sort of way, but actually just means bristly. He must have been sleeping snugly there since the last Moth Box Night, which was last week. Very Inventive. Anyway, I returned him to the Great Outdoors.
I'll end with some pictures of Poppet, whom you may remember from earlier in the year is my One Legged Dunnock. She's had a moult after laying her eggs (though she never brought her children to show me) so now I can't tell her apart from all the other Dunnocks until she tries to move. Her poorly leg is useless but it doesn't stop her leading a full and active life. Sorry some of the shots are a tad blurry- it's v hard to get a dunnock sitting still!
I think that's about it for now, and in any event I need to go and collect L from school so I'll push off.
Until next time, here are some Sweet Peas from the garden for you all...
Have a good evening,