One of the rats in West Park, probably a young one. It was very quiet, no people or dogs for the rats to worry about. Bit it was still very wary. A robin flew by, and the rat retreated under the hedge until the bird had gone. Then it was back to forays on the footpath.
Remains of the flowers surround the developing seeds on the stem, where one flower still remained.
A speckled wood butterfly by the canal at Compton. It seemed undecided whether to rest on the footpath itself, or on leaves in the pathside hedge.
At first glance, it looked like someone had dropped a couple of golf balls over a garden wall. On a closer look, they were about the right sort of size, but not spherical enough. Earthballs, fungi. Two already out, with a third still forcing its way through the cindery-looking soil.
A red admiral butterfly. It had been feeding for a few days on the last remaining buddleia flowers, at the very top of the bush. So it had been possible to get occasional glimpses of it, and clear enough views for an ID. But no chance of a picture.
Finally it came a little lower, spreading its wings as it rested on a camelia. Here it is.
Goldenrods help keep gardens colourful towards the end of summer, as the main flowering season is drawing to a close. I bent down to close in on the end of one rod for this picture.