Saturday, 30 April 2011
Where there's life there's hope.
Yet, it's begun to grow vigorously from the merest, tiniest, bit of sappy wood.
Confirms the fact - which at times I have great difficulty believing - that everything really wants to live if it can. (Except humans I guess)
I've also spent some time lately watching 16 nests in a heronery. Lots of chicks which excite me no end. However, I'm refraining from telling you where or giving pictures as there are anglers around who would do harm to the birds simply because they take food from rivers they want to fish in.