I interrupted a crow pecking a rats eyes out yesterday.
Still in tact. Must have been caught and killed only moments ago.
I lifted it up (on the end of my brolly) and positioned it ontop of a fence post
It was quite neat looking, and for a rat, surprisingly clean and tidy.
It had dapper little white front feet and bigger back feet splayed out either side like fat hands.
And sharp pointy ratty teeth.
Measured from the top of its snout to the tip of its extraordinary long tail it was close to 2 feet in length.
A large brown rat. Some might even say huge. But not unduly alarming. Well, it was dead. I don’t suppose you’d want it scuttling towards you just jumped out of a sewage drain.
The crow would be back in a minute. To rip open the guts.
An hour before the dentist. What to do? Go and see some sheep.
Even though I was 300 feet away I attracted plenty of sheepish interest.
There were some rather silly sheep stood around (in my mind silly and sheep are synonomous)
This sheep appeared to have six legs.
Other sheep appeared to be having trouble with their legs.
Limping about on sore feet.
Some sheep could barely stand up.
So they sunk down on bended knee.
To carry on tucking in to grass.
Even if limping, lunching must go on.
I walked up to the cliffs this sunny Saturday afternoon looking for birds
And instead found mini mushrooms
They looked harmless enough (to pick and eat)
But of course when you don’t know its best not to take the risk
They were sprouted around the woody bracken in hidden clusters
Around the bread and cheese trees I could hear (but not see) what sounded suspiciously like goldfinches
Picking off the haws and berries.
None of these mini mushroom marvels looked like they were going to be eaten by bird or beast (or me)
Seemingly tasked to be stood there as pointy hatted pixie dwellings. Faerie shelters in case of rain.
Spotted more of them mysterious, or possibly even mystical, Thingy Peeple down in little Ela Wood.
This is the secretive Blite Witherins.
Looked in need of sustenance
About 30 feet further on was this fearsome fella
Goes by the name of Knuck van Noisome. Has been know to instigate mishaps and misdemeanours.
Both of them are from the Onerous genus.
This is the Mediterranean Gull we were seeing on Institute beach last Saturday afternoon.
Making funny, as in odd, squawks…. like a wind-up bird with a squeaky beak….
How interesting we thought ….. why’s it crying? …. it seems distressed…. – look! …. its disappearing over there by the rocks …… following its mother….
Haze was soon in hot pursuit….. took 2 steps up onto the rocks…..
…….and the rest is history……..
Don’t think we’ll be having too many positive associations with Mediterranean Gulls for a while….
And if this one should ever reappear……I’ll…..I’ll…… shake….. it…… by….. its……
Words & Pic: Ian Nisbet
Afterword: That might be us done as far as Institute Beach is concerned…. a place of fond …. and not so fond memories……
Off this sunny Sunday afternoon to give the new Lumix DMC40 a try out.
Waiting by the Dart river to see if Beautiful Demoiselles might still be around.
And then dropped down this Red Darter dragonfly.
Right in front of where I stood, only 4 feet away.
Having a mini break from dizzy darting about.
In a headspin she was. Chewing a fly.
I bent down to get near but she shot up in the air scraping past the top of my head.
I waited around for a while to see if she’d come back.
But she didn’t.
Had to content myself instead with wagtails bouncing about on the far bank.
And being dipped in delicious by the lovely sunny river.
Little Egrets are everywhere these days.
This fella was less than 2 minutes from Morrisons in Totnes.
He was taking selfies of himself in the Dart river
Absolutely no self-esteem issues whatsoever.
You could do some serious stabbing with that filleting spike of a beak.
He was only about 30 feet away from where I stood.
But his miscroscopic mind, his total attention, was on far more important matters.