Hole-in-the-hedge view today. We spot a fox and cubs under the oak tree. Suddenly, the wind carries our scent to the vixen. She melts into the undergrowth, the cubs scampering after her.
The view further along the hedgerow. It’s peak cow parsley time. Fields of oil seed are fading and losing their brash yellow. Soon they will be turning brown as the oil seed desiccates.
Hawthorn flowers range from pure white through to red and pale pink. On a warm evening, the scent is so strong. It reminds me of vanilla. Moths are drawn to the flowers as dusk arrives.
We start and end each day in the summerhouse. This is the view today. There’s an overgrown path to the pond.
I love the light at this time of the day. All the newly-unfurled tree leaves are a bright lime green. They will soon change to a dull dark green. But for now, they are just fabulous.
It must be our lucky day. As we sit in the summerhouse, a barn owl flies past. So silent. The owl sees us and changes course. It’s a slow, unconcerned change of direction. It heads off towards the huge straw mounds at the end of the paddock. Suddenly it drops down into the long grass. It’s probably found a mouse or some other small mammal. We often hear the owl screech in the night. There might be a nest of chicks somewhere nearby. I hope we see the fledglings this year. We usually do get a glimpse of them.
Links : Six on Saturday : https://thepropagatorblog.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/six-on-saturday-25-05-2019/