August in the Wood

Here is Credenhill Park Wood in early August. It is still very verdant, though most of the blooms and blossoms are now forming into seeds and berries. The birds are quieter than they have been. This is probably because they are moulting, so aren’t in tip top flying condition. They are mostly lurking in the undergrowth trying not be noticed. They have also finished with the business of getting territories, mates and raising chicks. Some will be getting ready to leave us for their long migrations.photo of credenhill Park Wood

Just as the day was dawning the sun rays came streakingphoto of sun rays through trees through the trees casting such a strong orange light it looked as though the ground was on fire.

The squirrels were very active in the tree tops munching merrily. One young one clambered down to get a better look at us.

In the field next to the wood, the farmer’s crop seems to be ripening nicely andphoto of crop field he has left a good wide margin between crop and hedgerow to help out the wildlife.

Rambling Ratz is off for some supper now before scurrying outside to watch the Perseids meteor shower; in the North-West between midnight and dawn, here’s hoping for clear skies.

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4 thoughts on “August in the Wood

  1. Been watching the Perseids around 3 am eastern standard time, here in Florida-USA.
    i’m from NEW England, where the fields fill up with Purple Loosestrife for the month of August.
    my visual is nowhere near as poetic as your ‘Credenhill Park Wood’. just sharing the thought.

    • Still not got out there yet, hard drive made horrible click and computer froze. Turned off and back on again and it struggles on again. Have you moved from New England to Florida or is it just temporary? I would think that New England is more similar to the UK than Florida? I can picture those purple fields, swaying in breeze, butterflies flitting around. I shall be blogging about a pink flower that was in the woods at a later date.

  2. Yes, I was born in New England but moved to Florida around 2003.
    I do miss the climate, which is a lot like yours. I went to high school here, in Florida, back in the 60’s.
    It was lush and green back then. Moved back to Boston for most of my adult life.
    When I returned to Florida in 2003 I was shocked at the absence of both flora and fauna.
    In only 40 years time, the deep rich dark earth has turned to sand (everywhere). All that survives of what
    was practically jungle are palm trees and Texas wild oak.(which makes lousy wood – too soft and brittle – and
    serves primarily as a host to termites. The palm trees offer little shade, which makes the ground too hot for
    many varieties of seedlings to survive. Lots of shopping mall parking lots devouring our precious earth.
    Had I remained here all those years – the changes might not have been so apparent.
    I have been comparing and pricing a new computer laptop, myself. My acer has been a loyal and true friend,
    but her days are numbered. now that i have made contact with intelligent life on the planet earth, i am not
    ready to give that up.
    looking forward to your pink surprise !
    soon, my friend !

  3. I suppose the early colonists were feeling a bit homesick when they called it New England. I always think of Florida as being full of swamps and alligators, coming from a small island it is easy to forget the scale of US states and I’m sure there is a lot more to it. I agree that it is difficult to notice gradual change, but I think the effects of climate change are becoming more apparent to us all. What a wonderful place the internet is where ratz and owls can be friends!

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