|There were 2 Oystercatchers, 35 Coot, 1 Moorhen, 2 Gadwall, 2 Lapwing, 1 Canada Goose and a Little Grebe in this frame a few seconds ago.|
I left the Pits having seen just two Oystercatchers and some of the usual suspects before everything was flushed, only to come back to my bike and find that the front tyre had been slashed. In all the years I've spent leaving my bike in the middle of a urban council estate when visiting Stokes Field back at home, this has never happened to me. Since September, I've locked it up the same disused gate just outside Grimley village and never had any trouble. Why someone would slash a bike tyre in rural Worcestershire is beyond reason, but what can you do? The culprit had long buggered off, and clearly didn't want to stay for a chat.
Anyway, the rest of the day was actually pretty satisfying. Walking back through Hallow, I followed an inconspicuous footpath down to an abandoned medieval graveyard, and spent the next few hours staring at mosses in the afternoon sunlight. I can't admit to having any clue of what they are, but the array of different shapes and sizes was mesmerizing, and there's just something so mellow about being in a quiet graveyard smothered in dappled afternoon sunlight.
I've added a dedicated page with many more photos of bryophytes from the session (just below the blog header) if anyone fancies having a go at them. For now though, here's a selection...
|This mainly westerly distributed Peltigera lichen was a bonus find amongst a load of feather-moss.|