This shrew - not alive sadly - but still looking pretty perky.
Like the mole I found last year.
I swear this hen was posing.
It froze until it heard the shutter click.
Human being herded by hens.
Bees love drumstick alliums.
I took out a huge dogwood which revealed the weedy mess
that the site of an old pond had become behind it.
One thing led to another and we found we had cleared a corner without
a real plan, so we plonked down six bags of woodbark on weed suppressing membrane,
(two trips to the garden centre because one always underestimates)
and a few large logs from the cedar cut down two years ago
and lo! all the disposessed frogs came hopping out.
This one hopped onto my bare foot which was a cold and clammy surprise,
but no more than I deserved for taking away its ancestral home.
This Red Admiral has taken to basking each evening during the last minutes
before the sun goes behind a tall tree and rapidly plunges the garden into shadow.