Hoary rockrose will quickly flower and set seed. It grows very close to the cliff- edge and on the cliff-face so now's the time to take a look.
As new flowers come forth I glimpse a hint of colour in the grass. The first thyme of the season, and bedstraw is budding. I used to think of the anthills as floral hotspots but now they all look dried out and grassy. So far, I can find no flowers on the whitebeam, now fully in leaf.
28th May. Can't resist a half-hour dedicated to 'my' redstart and the opportunity to share his song and the glory of him There he is, in his ash tree- now in full leaf. Tinges of orange appear on the tree- is it an effect of drought- the tree grows on scree? His neighbour the blackbird sings from his favourite perch too. We listen to his song, whispering to each other- at a distance. Then he alights- catching the sun and he looks resplendent. I've been watching him since the beginning of May and I know how hard it is to isolate the source of song, to see him- especially with those beguiling tinges of orange on the ash tree.
Down in the Lyth Valley a farmer was taking a haylage crop, patterning the pasture as he cut. The patchwork of pastures turn golden in the hot sun, once cut. And there's a single square thick with buttercups.
Evening, and a swift flies dark across the crescent moon as the birds call shrill.
I recommend Springwatch 2020. Reflections on the good things that have come from lockd0wn, including cleaner air, cleaner rivers, quieter skies - so nature thrives. Superb photography- a video of a cuckoo of two or three seconds in stunning close-up. When I watch a naturalist setting himself to find a chiff-chaff nest I'm in awe. If only I could find my redstart nest- but it's somewhere in a tree-nest hole in the cliff face.