David

Bulrushes (or reedmace) with the feathery seeds beginning to spread from their seed heads. These were on the margins of Old Nursery Pond.

This healthy-looking robin was singing noisily to establish itself in its spring territory. It chose the perch to stand on which was only yrds from me.

Broad Eye Windmill, overlooking the River Sow at what is now the edge of Centre, but was possibly the edge of town when it was in use as a mill.

Another visit to Perton with its pools. Once again the muscovy drake was hanging round on the gravel at the inlet to the upper pool. It didn’t even seem to be hoping for bread this time. Occasionally, it bent its neck to take a sip of the water.

The pond at Compton Park, created only a few years ago as part of the housing development on the edge of the park, with the vegetation which is sadly slowly choking it.

Each seed of these teazles sprouts a long stalk with a vicious hook, for getting caught in fur or feathers to disperse the seeds.

The stems are also covered in vicious spikes. These are to discourage creatures from landing on them.