More Life in the Verges

The mowers have left our verges at work mercifully alone, and they are utterly fantastic, buzzing and fluttering with life.

On the largest scale, there are rabbits, lots of rabbits. Adult rabbits, baby rabbits, and a dead rabbit that looks like it might have met its end in the jaws of a fox. Magpies cry, and make calls like a football rattle, looking for carrion.

The verges are full of flowers, orchids, pimpernel, ragowort, the two flavours of willowherb, vetch, and the birds foot trefoil that is the only survivor of the meadow we planted - slightly disappointing.

White clover is everywhere.

And where there are flowers, there are pollinators. Lots of red tailed bumble and common carder workers, hoverflies, beetles, and suddenly large numbers of meadow brown butterflies fluttering everywhere. They don't stop much, but a couple of them did stop for just long enough for the big lumbering writer to snap!

Very pleased! I hope it continues.

Si

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