Wolves Wild

A moth at rest, its wings spread out on a plastic garden chair. It’s possibly a small dusty wave.

The swan family on West Park lake still have all five cygnets. They seem to be growing really quickly, and to be ever-hopeful of being fed.

Frothy elder flowers, seen close up. In one of the pictures, a tiny sprig of privet flower has also managed to intrude.

This used to be a regular sight at this time of year, but no longer. A young swallow rests on a telegraph wire, pausing in its flying practice. Soon it would have been setting out on its first long flight across the Sahara, arriving in time for its second summer of the year, now in the southern hemisphere.

These pictures are from a dozen years ago, no swallows since.

California poppies growing on a pavement, up against a garden wall. A bee was methodically visiting each flower.

Coot chicks on the lake at West Park. Although they’re well-grown enough to dive to get food for themselves, they still insistently demand to be fed by their parents.