I do not understand this.
I think looking for butterflies is one of the most exciting things you can do with a warm, wind-free Sunday, and I have told them all to prepare for Butterfly Excursions Aplenty this summer. They are over-joyed and can barely contain their excitement.
(In a Parallel Universe).
I have been reduced to bribing M with the promise that he can run home from whatever location I have dragged him to in order to Look For Butterflies. This is what happened today. I went hoping to get some shots of Orange tips, and there were plenty about, but not one of the damned things actually settled, with the result that I spent an awful lot of time running after flutters to no avail whatsoever.
M sat down by a tree to watch the show and promptly got accosted by Ted who jumped on him without warning and licked his face. Poppy decided she couldn't bear to let me out of her sight and accordingly scampered and crashed noisily through the bluebells and dog's mercury after me, which had the effect of sending the few flutters that had briefly touched down to sun themselves swiftly back into the sky, thus rendering photography utterly hopeless. She also rolled in Fox Poo for good measure. The whole outing was summed up by M putting his hand in fox poo too, not realising that he had and using the affected hand to wipe his face. I didn't notice, gave him a kiss to say thanks for being patient and got fox poo on my lips.
I could taste and smell the stuff all the way home. It was about the Most Revolting car journey I have ever had, not helped by the bag of dog s*!t in the boot.
All in all I managed to catch two flutters, neither of them remotely Orange.
|Peacock on a log|
|And on a bluebell|
|Brimstone on a pile of logs|
Sunday's Regulation Walk With Grumpy Teens took place in the water meadows around Salisbury where (in between L trying to push me into a) the river, b) mud and c) dog poo and me retaliating by strangling him, at which point he started shouting about Child Line much to the amusement of several Passers By who, judging from their Expressions Of Sympathy And Understanding, were parents too), we saw these little darlings.....
I get teased a lot for taking pictures of grass. I have tried to explain to My Heathens that I am not, in fact, taking pictures of grass, but instead the Interesting People who live among the grasses. This next shot is a case in point, I feel. Had I not be crawling about on my knees in the undergrowth I would have missed these baby 16-Spot Ladybirds.....
And indeed this 7 Spot Ladybird....
They were laughing on the other side of their faces when I found this Bee Fly, warming up on the baked earth by the side of the path through the woods.... Just look at that proboscis! Completely Harmless though.
|Old Cob Nuts on the Beech giving way to New Leaves|
|Oil Seed Rape In Bloom|
Dandelion Clocks were in evidence...
Still, at least one flutter was kind to me today. This Speckled Wood flew low over the table as we were all eating lunch outside today, prompting shrieks from me and a gallop indoors to fetch the camera followed by a gallop up the garden (with Pop in Hot Pursuit) to see if I could find where it had landed..... Success!
Hope you've all had a Lovely Weekend.