A constantly blowing freezing northerly has added to the misery of the day. At one point, my hands were purple with cold.
However, despite the bad conditions, spring wildlife was out there having a go. As I ran the Grange Road field route for 10km, the field of oilseed rape is just coming into bloom, luckily not the extent that its oily smell makes it hard to breathe, but just enough to give a touch of bright colour.
Examining the edge of the path along this field reveals a dry 20cm bank of mud, which judging by the number of holes in it, is operating as a tenement block for mining bees and other burrowing insects. Indeed male tawny mining bees were the only species feeding of the richly scented ceonothus hanging out over back garden fences along the route.
I wasn't expecting to see any butterflies out, but a small tortoiseshell was feeding off white nettle flowers, trembling slightly as it did so. For a hibernating butterfly, this one was in pretty good nick compared to some of the rather scruffy peacocks I've seen about.
Certainly in better nick than me after the rain started. Sheesh, it has been awful out there.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 25.04.16
|Forget me not grave|
|Ramson now out in the cemetery|
|Oilseed rape begins to bloom|
|Tawny mining bee|
|Love the antennae|
|A suitable home?|
|More of this pink mystery which is everywhere this year|
|Meet Falco, next door's Polish golden labrador puppy|