Every time, EVERY TIME I go outdoors to take a yarn-related picture, some bit of the natural world shows up and diverts my attention.
This is M. Dragonfly, who was loitering in the reeds beside the pond, hoping to find a mate…
M. Dragonfly WLTM a fellow Common Darter Dragonfly, GSOH and own pond preferred. Please no timewasters or damselflies.
Yeeks, is this what this blog has become? A dating site for arthropods?
Did you know that (giant) dragonflies were around before the dinosaurs?
And have you any idea how stupid I looked, sneaking through the long grass with my camera, stalking a dragonfly? If not, I’m sure the Stoic Spouse will be happy to enlighten you.
Speaking of wildlife, you may have noticed that Robyn-the-robin is not currently taking editorial control of this blog. The (worrying) thing is that I haven’t seen Robyn for a few weeks. I hope she’s OK. I hope she’s enjoying a well-earned break from the demands of parenting, now that her brood has fledged.
The last time I saw her, she tapped on the window, and I dutifully followed her down the garden, because who am I to disobey the demands of someone four inches tall? As I was getting the mealworms out of the shed, she vanished. I sat on the robin-feeding bench and waited. No sign. I was beginning to think some very uncharitable thoughts about garden birds who are quite frankly taking the proverbial, when I noticed a blackbird screeching its head off and looked up. There, high in a nearby tree, was a sparrowhawk. Clever Robyn. She was hiding.
BUT, I haven’t seen her since that day. One of her fledglings (or possibly more than one – I can’t tell them apart) is slowly learning that hanging around nearby when I’m gardening means that I fetch mealworms and sprinkle them on the patio, but we haven’t got to the hand-feeding stage yet. I don’t have any photos of Robyn’s children, so here’s a picture of one of the eleventy hundred baby sparrows who rush about our garden, shrieking.
And whilst I’m discussing the young of various species, may I briefly mention the twinnage? Despite being monstrous anarchists who mess with every shred of sanity that you once held dear, kids can surprise you in cool ways. Remember this picture I knitted?
Well, the other evening I came across one of the twinnage drawing. Nothing unusual in that, but then I noticed that he was sitting on the floor in front of the knitted picture, drawing it! He told me the names of each type of fish. And he gave me permission to show you his work:-
I love that my
monstrous anarchists children love wildlife. I hope that this never changes.
And now, I really MUST get on with some knitting. No more wildlife!
Happy yarnery, people.