I spent an hour this afternoon at Ickworth, the National Trust property and went around the Italian Garden.
The scenery was amazing and I also loved seeing the forget-me-nots (such a vivid blue) and the ferns unfurling.
As we were leaving the property I was impelled to take photographs of these adorable lambs.
Earlier in the week I headed off to Wicken Fen with my sons. It was a wonderful weather and from the moment we left the car we saw some amazing stuff. First up was a couple of tree sparrows having a dust bath and then a muntjac deer mooching about under a hedge.
A newly dusted Tree Sparrow
It was really good to see the sun and walk on the board walks through the reeds, chatting and taking in the sights and sounds.
The Wicken Fen Windmill Pump through the reeds
We saw lots of butterflies but my favourite was the ‘brimstone butterfly’ it is always one of the first I see each year and up until now I have never managed a photograph of one as they are so fast and never seem to settle anywhere. However my son spotted one stopping and and saw that on closer inspection it looked like a leaf, not the bright yellow but a green.
We saw some birds from the hides dotted around the reed beds and I particularly liked my Moorhen with the reflections in the reeds. The Long-tailed tit is a little blurred, as is the Marsh Harrier. But seeing this majestic bird flying above the reeds was a really spectacular and my picture does not do it justice.
Long tailed tit
A very different day out on the morning walk, still frosty underfoot but with a fog which was hanging around in patches. Needless to say that did not deter my faithful hounds as they set off towards the first point in our walk the little water channel and the big oak tree. No birds singing and it had a very eerie feel to the walk with a watery sun occasionally staining the grey sky.
Birds could be seen but they were noiseless hanging around the electricity wires and flitting on the ground. The vista was very beautiful, calm and eerie, another good start to the day, although very different to yesterday.
Onward to home with the fog starting to lift slightly and then back to the sofa for a well earned rest.
It was a cold and frosty morning here, but what a wonderful treat the blue skies and a twinkling on the frost laden landscape. As I walked around he field with my dogs, I heard wrens, robins, great tits and jackdaws all filling my ears with their wonderful sounds.
I loved seeing how the frost had transformed the things which I normally just pass by and hopefully the following photos give a glimpse of what I saw this morning.
Morgan my dog loved the walk and whirling around in the frosty landscape and her coat lit up with the suns rays. All in all it was a short piece of bliss taking in the world outside even though it was very cold, well home now blog post done and I do believe it is time to read Odd and the Frost Giants by Neil Gaiman One of my perks of being a librarian in a school I need to read so many books…
I have an ‘out of control’ buddleia’ in my garden and it is a cafe for the local butterfly population.
I spent a long time getting these pictures, lots of missed shots, as soon as I had them in the viewfinder, ready to focus and then they were gone….
‘Elusive Butterflies’ I thought and then this brought to mind a song I used to hear when I was a child by Bob Lind. It then brought lots of memories of the record player at home, and all the records in their paper sleeves. My Mum and the garden, it all brought tears to my eyes. Good times and wonderful memories.
A Red Admiral
Looking at the photographs now, I started wondering if butterflies remember and have memories about the time they were caterpillars?