Martins over the Meadow
Saturday 8th September 2001, West Yorkshire
A FEW House Martins still circle against a clear blue sky but there's a distinct feeling of autumn in the air. Twiggy debris blown down in yesterday's winds lies scattered on the road.
A brown Kestrel - a female or a juvenile - perches for a while at the top of an Ash tree at the edge of the meadow, then flies on over the wood.
This mystery insect, on the bathroom window, resembles a hunting wasp, but it isn't as active. Like the caddis I drew the other day, it might be the adult form of one of the larva that live in the nearby stream.
This day last year