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Nature Notes
Harvest Home. At last, harvest is in. Returning home, I swing the car slowly into our field entrance of a car park and come up against the header of the combine, powering down with the roar of bees. The field looks as if it’s been wiped out by a desert sandstorm, the air filled with […]
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Nature Notes
Urban Bats: A Night out on the Town Friday night, and I’ve a rare night out on the town; but instead of heels, I’ve opted for pumps and instead of a handbag, I’ve shouldered my binoculars. In an inspired collaboration between our freshly refurbished local museum (West Berks) and our local Wildlife Trust (BBOWT) a […]
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Nature Notes
Chemical Ruin & A Fly Shaped Absence. Wait. Another of our songbirds is missing. Its disappearance has been worrying away at the frayed fabric of my summers in recent years – their usual perches and glad, familiar silhouettes, vacant. It isn’t an iconic summer visitor like a cuckoo, or a turtle dove, a nightingale, swallow, swift or […]
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Nature Notes
Love Letter to North Devon. Fifteen years ago, shortly before I fell pregnant with the first of our three children, my parents moved from the west of West Berks to North Devon. It was a wrench – but no more so than now, when they are moving again. We fell in love with a place I […]
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Nature Notes
A Reveal of Badgers. On a dull, warm evening, we walked off the edge of the down and crept into the hanging wood and its badger sett. Without the sun to break through the mixed broadleaf and coniferous canopy, it felt prematurely dark. Behind us, a pheasant release pen of young birds coughed and crowed […]
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Nature Notes
I know a place where the wild thyme blows … Where you can find it, chalk grassland is at its most romantic and sensual now. The short, springy turf is a riot of richly fragrant colour, alive with its associated butterflies, bees, other insects and birds. The sward is necessarily low, chalk plants have adapted […]
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Nature Notes
The Plight of the Bumblebee The short walk to the horses’ field has become even more of a pleasure of late. Next to the otherwise lifeless, factory floor of wheat, a wide nectar strip has been planted. Bird’s foot trefoil, purple vetch and the pink pea flowers of sainfoin ramble through tall grasses. A single, […]