Apr 292016
 

Red dead nettle starting to flower

Growing, as it often does, by a roadside, this red dead nettle was just beginning to flower.

No need to take care to avoid touching it. Although it looks quite like one, it isn’t actually a nettle. And ‘dead’ just means it doesn’t sting.

Apr 292016
 

Parakeet looking down at the canal

They weren’t cooperative enough to pose together, but the pictures in this set include both the parakeets sharing a nest in Crowther Road wood, resting on branches close to that nest.

Apr 282016
 

Marsh marigolds, Wetland Pool

The latest plant to establish themselves on pool in Compton Park. Several clumps of marsh marigolds (king cups) in inaccessible spots, in full flower earlier this month.

Apr 282016
 

Buzzard flying by the Severn

Buzzard circling, using a thermal to get higher, flying over the Severn valley directly downstream of Low Town.

Apr 272016
 

Cowslip

All along the twenty one locks section of the Birmingham Canal between the Broad Street Basin and Aldersley Junction there are small patches of cowslips. Perhaps planted, but still very nice.

Apr 272016
 

Sandstone face with bee holes

A cutting for a narrow lane in the soft sandstone near Bridgnorth left a narrow face. A series of circular holes in this rock are excavations made by bees for somewhere to live.

Sandstone face with bee holes

Apr 262016
 

Ramson, opening

Ramson (wild garlic) flowers. Some just developing as buds, some opening, and one fully open. All were on plants in the same patch, seen at the same time.

Apr 252016
 

First ducklings, 2016

The first ducklings I spotted this year: three with their mother swimming on the canal near the Wildside Centre. It looked like they had been hatched for less than a day.

Apr 252016
 

Bedraggled: pussy willow catkins

Male pussy willow catkins, covered in yellow pollen.

These were on one of the recent mornings after heavy overnight rain, which had left the catkins looking very bedraggled.

Apr 242016
 

Barley Field robin

Robin in one of the bushes on the edge of the Barley Field.

It repeatedly flew down to the path, found a morsel to eat, and returned to its station on the twig.