I used to be indecisive…

…but now I'm not so sure


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Hovering around on a sunny day

Marmalade hoverfly on Gazania flower

It was lucky that this hoverfly was taking its time on the flowers yesterday, and wasn’t bothered about me being very close to it, which gave me the chance to focus my camera and get a decent shot.

That’s my six words for this Saturday.  For more sets of six words visit Debbie at Travel With Intent.

Hope you have a good weekend.


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Weekly photo challenge: Transient

Two shells on the beach.  What stories could they tell about where they have been?  Where will they go with the next high tide, or will they be picked up and taken to someone’s home?

Ainsdale Beach, Merseyside, April 2017

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge


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A bittern hides in the reeds

Recently I went to the RSPB’s Minsmere reserve on the Suffolk coast and spent a few happy hours observing the wide range of birds that were either resident there, or passing visitors.  Those of us who happened to be in the right place at the right time were the envy of the other visitors when we saw (and heard) a bittern.

“A thickset heron with all-over bright, pale, buffy-brown plumage covered with dark streaks and bars. It flies on broad, rounded, bowed wings. A secretive bird, very difficult to see, as it moves silently through reeds at water’s edge, looking for fish. The males make a remarkable far-carrying, booming sound in spring. Its dependence on reedbeds and very small population make it an Amber List species.”  (From the RSPB website)

Oh look! His head is peeping out from the reeds!

We can see a bit more now.

Patience is rewarded as he breaks cover for a short while.

I’m linking this post with Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.


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Bluebell time!

For this walk through Whippendell Woods, Hertfordshire, I want you to imagine that we have smell-o-vision; the bluebells don’t just look lovely, the air around them is filled with their delightful scent.

Shall we start?  I head off down the path

Before long there are tempting glimpses in the distance of patches of bluebells

As I get deeper into the woods the numbers increase and the scent draws me in along some narrow paths until I am standing amongst them.

I meander along, inhaling the sweet scent and listening to the birds singing. At every turn there are more drifts of bluebells to be seen. (Click on any photo to see a slideshow)

I walk on along the wide path

Up the steps

And take a last look at the blue carpet before my walk comes to an end.

I hope you enjoyed coming along with me through the bluebell woods.  I’m linking this with Jo’s Monday Walk.