In between the rain showers of the past week, there has been plenty of time to explore various green spaces and nature reserves. I have been mostly hunting for butterflies, as the time for enjoying them grows ever shorter, but there have been plenty of other delights from the tinkling chatter of goldfinches to an incredible close encounter with a swallow and her young.
These are my best bird photos from the past week. Time to get back to enjoying things closer to home (and watching the rain).
On a gloomy grey day, after a succession of gloomy grey days, the sun shining is like a miracle. And not just for us.
As often happens when I haven’t drawn for a while, my treacherous brain starts to convince me that I can’t, maybe I never could and certainly will never do so again. All lies designed to minimise the pain of disappointment if I take pen to paper and I fail.
This time, before the doubting could paralyse me completely, I reached out to my loving friends and asked them to push me back to the place of quiet courage from which all creativity is born.
Over the next few nights I was able to draw these.
This young robin, just getting its red breast feathers, was so curious as I counted butterflies today for the Big Butterfly Count (anyone in the UK, get involved!). It sat looking at me the whole time, super curious, on a branch that I could have reached up to touch.
Who knows what the robin took away from the experience but I have been reliving the encounter all day.
(also, I need to find time to draw again but getting out while the sun is shining has seemed so much more important)
Demoiselles (is there a more beautiful name for a group of insects?), butterflies and all manner of other pollinators were out in the morning sun.
Insects are so underappreciated. We would be nothing without them and they are so incredibly beautiful.
We’re passed the longest day and the bright green explosion of new summer is browning around the edges.
I know I can’t make these beautiful days last longer but I’ve been feeling an extra strong impulse to make the most of new life and all its beauty while it’s still here.
Soon enough I’ll have seen my last duckling of the year and I won’t even realise until it’s happened.