





This one was most obliging in perching on a post at Rodden Reserve last week, after the fog had lifted.
Poppy is about 4 months old and came from the RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals). She is an adorable but MANIC little kitten. She runs up our full length curtains and all our furniture and up us too! She likes to settle on our shoulders and drape herself around our necks (pretty tricky if you're doing the washing up at the time!) (-:
As yet she has to stay indoors until she has had the operation to stop her getting pregnant which is a couple of months off yet. She already loves to look out of the windows at the outside world though!
As this moth was resting on my window I was able to get a nice photo of its underside as well.

It has one of the sweetest of songs usually sung from a prominent perch and is one of the first songs to be heard when warmer weather comes in early spring.
This particular bird was creeping about in my flower border and seems to be going through a moult so isn't looking its best. When they are in tip top condition, there are very smart in an understated grey and brown way.
On a personal note, my Mum told me that during the war she and her family used to ride on their bikes out of London into Buckinghamshire to spend the day collecting rose-hips. Her Mum would then make up the syrup as my Mum was too old at 12 to be able to get it via the Ministry of Health scheme.
Apparently it is still made commercially today.
Young Hawthorn leaves are often the first wild green leaves that children eat and was universally known as 'bread and cheese'. Here is a quote from Flora Britannica "We would pick the red berries and green leaves in autumn - the leaf the bread, the berry the cheese". 


These next 2 are of a young Slow Worm.

To date, 20 have been released with hopefully many more in the next few weeks.


This was one of many Robins singing their beautiful pure song.
This Moorhen shot is not the best in the world, but they're so seldom seen in flight that I was pleased to get this shot in the foggy conditions.
This Whinchat was passing through on its migration south to Africa.




Grey Heron looking for a meal
in flight
tracks in the mud
Robin on the bridge



The single one is called Celtic.
The Pottery is run by two men on the outskirts of the pretty village of West Meon. Here are some photos of the pottery itself. They make to commission as well as do speculative work.


When we got home, we planted up the Celtic pot with Heather and violas for our little sitting out area. Charlie the Cockerell was keeping a careful eye on the proceedings!
The other two Scroll pots will be potted up later.