Saturday 30 September 2006

leaf beetle


....a leaf beetle with red legs and thorax (gastrophysa polygoni) which usually lives on knot grass rather than french windows; a beetle's Everest pehaps. Posted by Picasa

Friday 29 September 2006

life


Spot
A brief splash
In the pond of life
Think a while
Log off
Farewell

holidays


My owners (aka mum and dad) are off on their holidays. Fiona and John are coming to look after us, this usually means long walks, staying out late at night and generally heaps of fun. However, it also means no access to the computer. It is almost a year since I started writing this blog, and I have enjoyed doing it but I want to spend more time doing my own thing, getting lost and bullying rabbits. I have learnt a lot in the last year, not every day is my birthday and I don't always get the presents I deserve. I can now count up to 420. Also the number of people with the time to visit my blog is getting very small. I will probably post a few pictures of autumn in deepest Cornwall next month but then I plan to say farewell, adieu to all my fans and lurch off into the future.

I may make a year book of all the pages and put it on a CD available on request, or I may not!

lots of logs and kisses

Spot

Admin note:- Spot may be confusing fans with fan.

Thursday 28 September 2006

with lots of logs and kisses

...and in celebration we got together for this little montage to say thank you and keep up the good walking and feeding. Posted by Picasa

autumn


...we know what's coming even though it is still very warm and humid. Mum was 420 years old today, but she is still full of the joys of Spring. Posted by Picasa

more fungi


these fungi look like fried eggs but are best not eaten by dogs. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday 26 September 2006

brotherly love


.... on a happier note, I suppose sisters aren't so bad. Posted by Picasa

Monday 25 September 2006

road rage


Killed by contingency, run over today on this quietest of quiet country lanes, by someone on the school run or going to the hairdressers, or the golf club, or the pub. Tail degloved. It is ironic that you have banned hunting and yet continue to mow down tens of thousands of small mammals and birds on the roads. Vermin, of course. Like badgers. Wipe them all out and return the country side to cattle and maize as it should be, in acres of grass desert. And keep the speed limits at 60 mph. Posted by Picasa

Sunday 24 September 2006

more mysterious fungi




why is it so difficult to identify these organisms? Found in mixed deciduous and conifer woods by side of path, probably growing on dead wood. Posted by Picasa

Saturday 23 September 2006

cornish vultures


young buzzard enjoying the uplift on the edge of the valley in the strong southerly wind. Posted by Picasa

Harriet


Harriet needs more food, and was cross that she wasn't allowed to eat the caterpillar. Posted by Picasa

she caterpillars


...it has been rather dull recently apart from not very windy ex Hurricane Gordon passing us by and blowing a few caterpillars out of the trees. I am not sure which species this handsome chap belongs to; on reflection I suppose it could be a female, do caterpillars have a sexual orientation, and how would you tell? Posted by Picasa

Sunday 17 September 2006

and what is this?


...it is nothing to do with me. It could be an early puff ball, but it feels very solid. It has not been attacked by anything yet. Posted by Picasa

gymnopilus

Was this the mushroom that Erik Satie had in mind ? Deep in the beech woods, far from the light. OK I know, but how do these things get their names (naked hair of junonius)?? Posted by Picasa

heron fishing


this heron was fishing by our favourite spot on the Tamar; unusually it took no notice of us at first and then lazily flew off up to a small perch high in the trees. The last picture gives a good impression of the true size of this scene and the cathedral like effect of the tall trees by the river. Posted by Picasa

Saturday 16 September 2006

Hawthorn


another shrub with profuse berries this year. Posted by Picasa

come down and fight me


one of whose berries may well be in the jaws of these cheeky chap who insisted on running through the branches over my head. They never come down for a fair chase and punch up. Is it my imagination or are grey squirrels turning white, brown and red? Posted by Picasa

guelder rose


these brilliant red berries are the fruit of the guelder rose, whose oddly asymetrical white flowers appeared earlier in my blog (I think, see http://tamar-valley-life.blogspot.com/2006/06/guelder-rose.html). Posted by Picasa

Friday 15 September 2006

Wednesday 13 September 2006

site of the Holy Quail, Pempwell


outside the quail house. Of note is the Victorian letterbox, and the owner of the finger below. Posted by Picasa