Category Archives: Nature

Farming

I learnt something new yesterday. Noticing trails of ants moving up and down the apple tree, I questioned this of the Internet.

I was informed that I have aphids. Or at least the tree does. Apparently, the sticky gunk secreted by aphids is something of an ant delicacy.

Ants actually farm aphids; they herd and protect them from their predators. Gross.

Gardening

Since the weather’s changed for the better, I couldn’t put off resuming work on the shed.

This wall is a lot more solid than the first one I tackled, so it wasn’t so easy to remove the inside layer of stone.

Doing a spot of gardening now.

While sitting here, a magpie arrived.

My second encounter with such a creature today. The first was this morning, when, on arriving at the tip, we saw a magpie attacking a young parrot.

An old lady and I scared off the magpie, but the parrot was unaccessible, behind a high fence. Also in the queue was a parrot breeder (there had to be), who said he’d drive back around to capture the bird.

So, the old lady and I stood guard until he returned.

Unfortunately, a girl with a stick arrived before he did. I’d acquired a towel from one of the site workers, but hadn’t used it because I didn’t want to harm the bird. The girl, however, pointed the stick in the parrot’s direction. Apparently, the bird was supposed to walk onto the stick.

It flew off. Just before the parrot professional arrived.

As I was writing this, a pair of pigeons landed on the fence. This will be their second year of nesting in our tree.

Sharks

My second in command has a fear of sharks; not that we come across many in Gateshead. 

So watching a film involving people trapped in a cage at the bottom of the sea possibly wasn’t a great idea. 

And the inevitable happened. When a girl was suddenly attacked by one rather huge beast, my second in command shrieked, leaping into the air, knocking a can of beer from my hand. 

Everything is wet. I am wet. 

Get Carter

I live in Gateshead. And Gateshead is renowned for movies. Get Carter, for example. 

Unfortunately, the 90’s remake wasn’t set in this fair town. Or country. 

Could you imagine Mr Stallone running around the Heed. It wouldn’t happen. 

Pigeons

Lately, a couple of wood pigeons have been hanging around in our garden. And, earlier today, my second in command noticed that one appeared to be building a nest in the tree. After a half hour’s observation, this was confirmed. 

My knowledge of the world of nature is extremely limited, but it feels a little late in the year to be building a nest. 

An attempt to capture a picture, through the kitchen window, was something of a failure. 

There’s actually a bird in the picture, but it’s not easy to spot. 

Wood

Since we’ve a firewood delivery in a couple of days, I’ve cleared some space this morning by cutting the remainder of our log pile. 

In my past few years of cutting firewood, I’ve come across some unusual forms inside pieces of wood. Old nails and wire, deep inside the wood and long grown over, are fairly common. But I like the effects of old, dead, branches or twigs being overgrown. 

In this particular piece, a couple of thin twigs had long since been overgrown, resulting in their holding the log together when I tried to cut it. 

I thought they were nails at first, they were really tough. It was easier to pull the split log apart than cut through the twigs. 

I may start to take more pictures when I come across interesting pieces of wood. 

Out of control

Probably one of the most common reactions when someone encounters a vegetarian is, we’re designed to eat meat. Of course, there’s an element of truth in that statement. We’re designed to eat pretty much whatever we can get our hands on. But we’re not designed for what is now considered to be a ‘normal’ Western diet. And neither is the planet.

Doug Greenway

Over the past days, I’ve spent quite a few hours reading in Nene Park, mostly sitting at the same bench. The view’s nice and there’s usually a breeze which does a pretty good job of masking the heat of the sun. It’s been an awful few days though, and the relative seclusion of my bench gave me a degree of isolation from what was happening just a few miles away.

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Ferry Meadows II

It’s really nice here. I’m sitting with my book and a beer, watching rabbits and squirrels.

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It’s just a shame that the circumstances weren’t different.