Wolves Wild

A juvenile squirrel in West Park. It’s easy to tell it’s still young: all the mature ones get fed so many peanuts they are on the large side.

A West Park magpie. Its short tail probably means it’s still a juvenile. Looking rather scruffy with ragged plumage.

Yuccas are evolved for conditions a lot drier and hotter than this summer has been. But these plants, in West Park, still seem to have managed to flower as usual.

It seemed like there were hundreds of yellow and black striped cinnabar moth caterpillars crawling over a patch of ragworts, their yellow stripes matching the yellow of the ragwort flowers. In reality, there were something over fifty, an impressive enough number.

I don’t know if it is just me, but I was quite old before I realised that cobwebs weren’t actually the stereotypical webs of illustrated children’s books like Charlotte’s Web. Different sorts of spiders make webs of all kinds of shape. The “cob” of cobweb points to a 3D shape similar to the type og bread rolls called cobs in some parts of the country, to cobblestones, or to the knobs on the base of the beaks of male swans, cobs.

These two webs are small cobwebs on a low bush in West Park. I noticed them because they had caught a very heavy dew.

Some sort of bellflower flowering inside the fenced off area around the remains of Bridgnorth Castle.