Wild West Yorkshire nature diary, Monday 22nd March 1999
THE BUTCHER'S SHOP sports panels of pink Granite, a visual pun for the sausage meat sold there. Finger nail-size feldspar crystals give the fleshy colour, with smaller, glassy grey quartz between them and flecks of a dark mineral, probably biotite mica.
This afternoon the gardens along each side of the lane become stereophonic channels for Blue Tit communication. The calls are something like the trills of a fax machine
A bumble bee visits the catkins of the willow by the pond.
THE BUTCHER'S SHOP sports panels of pink Granite, a visual pun for the sausage meat sold there. Finger nail-size feldspar crystals give the fleshy colour, with smaller, glassy grey quartz between them and flecks of a dark mineral, probably biotite mica.
This afternoon the gardens along each side of the lane become stereophonic channels for Blue Tit communication. The calls are something like the trills of a fax machine
A bumble bee visits the catkins of the willow by the pond.