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Had to evict this spider before the other half saw it.
I've never seen (or heard) them away from water. Lovely name in French - bergeronnette des ruisseaux (ruisseaux = streams). I wonder what it was doing up there.For sure!
A Grey Wagtail on the summit of Helm Crag.
Nice. Where's the garden?Something a little different... An echidna came wandering through our garden and I was lucky enough to be entering the bedroom at the time to get my 2pm meds, so I got to see it.
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They can be pretty fearless. Back in 1976 during the drought my mum went to throw some stuff on the compost heap. She called to me to come and look, and there was a badger munching eggshells and the chop bones we'd had the night before. I stood no more than six feet from him shining a torch at him. He didn't pause. The sight of his jaws going through those bones like butter gave me a healthy respect for their power. He was obviously desperate...... the drought meant the soil was devoid of his usual diet.....but clearly not bothered by us.I've just been in the garden to put some food out for the creatures of the night.
As I triggered the security light, I saw a badger standing further up the path and looking at me. Knowing that their eyesight isn't great, and that I'd be a silhouette with the light behind me, I stopped dead, and started counting. With the light bright enough to show every detail, it looked magnificent.
It continued to stare at me, raising and lowering the head a few times. Then, after 14 seconds, it turned and scuttled away.
I got a tape out to measure how far away it had been. 27 feet.
I expect you're right. They normally shed them in spring so it'll have lost it accidentally.A single antlered Fallow stag yesterday afternoon. I guess the other one had come off in the rutt, or had fallen off after its end.
You put bones in the compost?They can be pretty fearless. Back in 1976 during the drought my mum went to throw some stuff on the compost heap. She called to me to come and look, and there was a badger munching eggshells and the chop bones we'd had the night before. I stood no more than six feet from him shining a torch at him. He didn't pause. The sight of his jaws going through those bones like butter gave me a healthy respect for their power. He was obviously desperate...... the drought meant the soil was devoid of his usual diet.....but clearly not bothered by us.
We lived miles from anywhere surrounded by farmland. Every bit of food waste went onto the compost heap. What wasn't eaten or taken by wildlife made good compost.You put bones in the compost?