Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England


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Anniversaries

This week is my blogs eighth birthday, fancy that, eight years ehh? A long time in the blogosphere I suppose?

This week also saw the hundredth anniversary of my fathers birth, now that really is a long time ago.

 

As a teenager I remember being amused by a waitress telling Dad he had ‘laughing eyes’, it wasn’t something I saw in him then, but I can see it here…

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His mum died of TB when he was seven, he was raised (and indulged, so my Mum said!) By  maiden aunts, post the First World War, there were a lot of Maiden aunts.

 

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He didn’t like school at all, reading and writing did not come easy for him; but as an adult he could read an engine like a book ( he’s on the back row, eighth from the left)

 

 school 1926

He was one of the first Scouts of a Group that still runs  in the village to this day, his hat was so big they he to pack it with newspaper to stop it falling in his eyes.

 

Dad 1926 scouts

Turning heads as a young man, clock the girl on the far right, on a grand day out.

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And off to war…

 

Joseph Ford, off to war

After service in Burma, in the Royal Engineers, home to love.

Mum Dad

Dad died, eighteen years ago, when Joe was just a few weeks old.


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Flashes of Light

How it has rained, and rained this week. The occasional burst of sunlight was very welcome.

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I can report that the  neighbouring lambs are ‘growing up with the grass’, or in this case the nettles, as this nettle bed seems to be a favourite haunt.

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This morning the sun brought out the bees, to the vetch ( in my head I could hear the theme to 633 Squadron as this bee swooped in)

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And the winberry flowers 

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Remember I was given a Trophy Cam for Christmas? Well its only taken us five months to actually set it up (blame the DIY) but look what we ‘shot’ on the second night.

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Brock the badger, we’ve always thought he was around, from the scrape marks and poo pits in the field; but other than one sighting in the lane (which must have been many years ago now, because Mr Uphilldowndale and Joe were coming home from Beaver Scouts) we’ve never seen him (or her) in the flesh.


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Animal Tales

 

Where would the media be without a tale or two about animals, where would this blog be come to that, Spud the dog and his adventures always seem popular.

A couple of stories have caught my eye in the last week or so. Ahaaaa! I thought,you read that first on Uphilldowndale.

 

First there were reports of peacocks fighting their own reflections, yes we’ve covered that.

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Then there was a tractor driving sheep dog on the M74*, which caused only mayhem and not carnage, fortunately; and whilst the sheep dog featured here didn’t know about handbrakes,it did know how to ‘give it some welly’ 

 

The M74 has made it here before too.

 

Here are Spud and Dodger, its not news, because it happens on a regular basis, but it is usually entertaining.

Dodger the kitten cat,  claims ownership of Spud’s bed, Spud politely suggest he leaves.

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That doesn’t work, so he tries to squeeze him out.

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Nope, that’s not working, he tries pushing next.

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Eventually they agree to share.

spud bed 4


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Out on a Limb

Move over the frogs, the toads are coming to a pond near you…

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It was impossible to count, but I’m sure there must have been over a hundred. When we came home at dusk on Thursday night we had to abandon the car in the drive, we couldn’t have driven on without squashing them, they arriving from  every direction. I wonder how they know which direction to head.

Toads pond

They had no qualms about being disturbed  by humans or dogs. Spud just jumped in

Spud swimming with toads

And joined those looking for love

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This one was climbing back out, job done I suppose.

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It sat in the sun for quite a while,

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it was a very sunny day, I was getting a bit worried it might need some factor 50 sun cream, that skin  looks delicate.

I spotted one with only three legs. I wondered if it was a birth defect, or if it had lost a limb in some toady trauma. It amazes me how animals can seem to manage such an injury.

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It seemed to be coping just fine (and no, it didn’t swim round in circles).


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The Easter Bunny is Dead

Please don’t tell the children. When Mr Uphilldowndale opened the kitchen door yesterday morning, Jammy  the kitten-cat shot past with a baby rabbit in his mouth, he shot through the hall and jumped up on to the widow ledge where he hissed loudly and defensively over his catch. Sadly it was a very dead rabbit; not the sort of Easter gift we were hoping for.

 

Today the sun has shone, a beautiful spring day, there has been a frog fest going on up at the pond, Spud the dog found it very exciting

Spud frogs

Which wasn’t very helpful to me, trying to take frog photos.

I had to make do with them swimming below the surface.

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The bees were a bit more ‘up front’

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The chickens were a little too keen on eating my beautiful spring flowers

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However, Roxanne the little black hen has surprised us all this week by laying three eggs. The first since she and Rocky moved in last September. Excellent.

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New Neighbours

We’ve new neighbours bouncing around in the field next door.

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They are as playful as spring lambs should be, doing their level best to do jumps with vertical take off; Tom commented ‘it’s just as well fully grown sheep don’t bounce around like that; the countryside would be mayhem’.

I always think their fleeces look two sizes too big for them at this age, a bit like the jumpers of school kids returning for the Autumn term.

I took these photos last week, when the sun shone, briefly.

sheep and lamb

This evening we have a weather warning for high winds, and rain is lashing down.The lambs have taken shelter in the lea of the walls, the ewes keep on with their relentless grazing, backs to the driving  rain. There are mouths to feed.


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Shooting the Sun

Point and shoot obviously, I wasn’t going to look directly at a solar eclipse

Eclipse 

Whilst the light changed, the birds carried on about their business,

Eclipse blue tit

it didn’t seem as dramatic as the one in 1998 which I watched with Mum,

Mum in the Moon

it was the shadows I remember most vividly on that occasion.

 

It made me think of a favourite poem, by Roger McGough

 

Everyday eclipses

Roger McGough

 


The hamburger flipped across the face of the bun

The frisbee winning the race against its own shadow

The cricket ball dropping for six in front of the church clock

On a golden plate, a host of communion wafers

The brown contact lens sliding across the blue iris

The palming of small change

Everyday eclipses

Out of the frying pan, the tossed pancake orbits the Chinese lampshade

The water bucket echoing into the well, well, well

The lifebelt spinning past the open porthole

The black, snookering the cue ball against the green baize

The winning putt on the eighteenth

The tiddlywink twinking toward the tiddly cup

Everyday eclipses

Neck and neck in the hot air balloon race

Holding up her sign, the lollipop lady blots out the belisha beacons

The foaming tankard thumped on to the beer mat

The plug into the plughole

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Two thin slices; first salami, then mortadella

In the fruit bowl, the orange rolls in front of the peach.

Everyday eclipses another day

Goodbye bald patch, hello yarmulke

A sombrero tossed into the bullring

Leading the parade, the big bass drum.

We hear cymbals but cannot see them

One eclipse eclipses another eclipse

To the cold, white face, the oxygen mask.

But too late

One death eclipses another death

The baby’s head, the mother’s breast

The open O of the mouth seeking the warm O of the nipple

One birth eclipses another birth

Everyday eclipses.

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