Richard Bell's Wild West Yorkshire Nature Diary, Friday, 25th June 2010
OUR BREADMAKER wholemeal loaf doesn't keep long in this warm weather, so I put out the last slice for the birds. Bread isn't ideal for feeding the birds; they're better with something that is more energy rich, such as sunflower seeds, but that doesn't stop this wood pigeon swooping in to fill its crop.
Between its thrice-repeated phrases, the local song thrush does an accurate impression of the 'yaffle' call of the green woodpecker.
1. A bumble-bee flies into the lowest foxglove flower.
2. The flower falls down, leaving a long anther hanging there.
3. The flower lands in the fennel and the bee clambers out.
Imagine if you came home and they'd felled the trees down your street and moved the lamp-posts. You might find it difficult to locate your own front door.
I watched a red-tailed bee trundling around the back lawn by the herb bed, looking confused. It flew up a little and landed a few inches away then disappeared down a hole. The reason for it looking lost was probably that, since it had left the nest, Barbara had trimmed the lawn, changing the landscape in the vicinity of its nest-hole.