SUNDAY SPECIAL
back in business at least there was something early to get us started which unfortunately didn't follow through at theMOTH TRAPSwhere ony BEETLEs were in evidence - there's a Poem there.
Some one came knocking at my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking; I'm sure-sure-sure;
I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a stirring in the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest the screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling while the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.
Some One by Walter de la Mare
Across the 2 northerly ponds the female Tufted Duck, a few Teal and the regular trio of Little Grebe remain but an addition to the clan came by way of this smart
look away until you are finished!
The carcass of the hapless Wood Pigeon had gone by the time of our return
so likely they got their breakfast as well as our readers?
All on the Heath amounted to no more than a single
and ever blooming
which is one of very few plants that can be seen in flower across every month of the year.
Not a single Bird or anything else living, except for myself, in the
Solar Panel Compound
but at the


