Wolves Wild

A small azalea bush in West Park had white flowers. They had an unusually strong perfume too.

Like all caterpillars, these are very hungry. First spotted very near the start of April, they were tiny. By the end of the month, the alkanets they were living on had lots of holes in the leaves. The caterpillars were about three times as long. They would have increased their weight not by three times, but by three times three times three times. Perhaps twenty-some-odd times!

A West Park coot chick, by now quite well grown. Big enough to forage for itself. But as it swam along by the bank of the lake, one of the parents was still sticking with it. It was getting a mouthful of food for itself, then being given a mouthful by the parent; then repeat.

A lone ladybird, probably a 7-spot, crawling over one of the flower buds of a thistle, shortly before the bud opened. It looks like even the prickles have prickles.

Flowers on a cistus (rock rose) when they were not yet quite ready to open. The petals of the opened flowers are white.

The not really wild garlic growing in a front garden on Tettenhall Road. Its flowers had now all opened. Some, indeed, had already been fertilized. Having done their job, they had gone over, leaving the developing seed to begin to ripen.