Uphilldowndale

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


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Have you seen my week?

I put it down somewhere and now I can’t find it… It’s a shame because I was going to put a lot into it, and now I’ve got stuff left on my desk and long lists not ticked off in my note book.  Sigh.

What can I tell you, it snowed and then it rained and rained some more; snow is more photogenic than rain.  Let me illustrate, our friendly pheasant in the snow, looking handsome.

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Our friendly pheasant in the rain, pleading with Mr Uphilldowndale to let him in, via the bathroom window, not such a good look.

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Charming

I’ve been enjoying the multitude of birds coming to the feeder, something to brighten  very grey, wet,  bedraggled days.

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Whilst  perhaps not enough finches to describe them as a charm,  certainly enough to lift the spirits.

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When we did our recent building project, I came under pressure to cut this tree down,

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‘Its in the way of the view’ they said. ‘No, it is part of the view’ I said.

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Jammy and Dodger the cat haven’t been paying much attention to the birds, under floor heating and Spuds bed is obviously a more attractive option.

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Four birds in the bush

And so it snowed, at first light the birds were on a foraging mission. There were four beautifully plumed thrushes in my precious pink rowan tree.

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I’m very happy to share the berries with these gorgeous  birds. Their markings always make me think of spotted dick pudding. But then who wouldn’t think of a steamed suet pudding on a snowy November day, or maybe I’m just a little odd…

There was more snow, and its hung around longer, than I expected. The air temperature has hovered just above freezing, plus a sharp wind chill;  the sheep in a neighbouring field lined up to harvest the sun’s warmth against the drystone walls. Wise sheep.

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Thirty days wild. June 13th

The best thing that you can do for nature is too make it part of your life. That’s why we’re asking thousands of people to make room for nature in their everyday lives this June. Please spread the word amongst friends, colleagues and family and get them to sign up, too! After all, all our lives are better if they’re a bit wild… ‘

I’ve signed up to 30 Days Wild with the Derbyshire Wildlife Trust,  with the aim of blogging each day, a little bit of the nature of my world.

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We were at Loweswater village hall, for Daz’s memorial race, Mr Uphilldowndale was out on the hill marshalling runners, 24 miles of very uphill and very downhill.  I had an abundance of wildlife to watch, this little pied wagtail, spent as much time watching me as I did watching it. I couldn’t quite get it in focus, but never mind, who am I to come between a bird and its brood, there were chicks to be fed and I was getting in the way.

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It seemed to favour the remains of a dung heap and I was captivated by its ability to keep catching bugs without letting goof the ones it already had in its beak, oh yes, and sing.

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I think its nest was somewhere in here, the  walls and roof of a shed with handsome slates for its roof

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I could hear a cuckoo in the woodland nearby, cuckoo will parasitize wagtails nest.

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Daz’s Dad was disappointed not to hear the cuckoo with me, as he say’s for him,  it is what truly registers the presence of  the British summer.


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Thirty days wild. June 10th

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The best thing that you can do for nature is to make it part of your life. That’s why we’re asking thousands of people to make room for nature in their everyday lives this June. Please spread the word amongst friends, colleagues and family and get them to sign up, too! After all, all our lives are better if they’re a bit wild… ‘

 

I’ve signed up to 30 Days Wild with the Derbyshire Wildlife Trust,  with the aim of blogging each day, a little bit of the nature of my world.

 

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what a  ‘wee sweetie’, a blue tit fledgling hanging out in the scots pine. It was calling to the parent, which was about 10 yards away, before flying off to join them.

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Sadly there was a dead chick, by the cat flap this morning, it was very young, its eyes weren’t open and its feathers no more than stubby quills. It must mean there are still other  younger, broods around (or were).


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Thirty Days Wild. June 6th

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‘The best thing that you can do for nature is to make it part of your life. That’s why we’re asking thousands of people to make room for nature in their everyday lives this June. Please spread the word amongst friends, colleagues and family and get them to sign up, too! After all, all our lives are better if they’re a bit wild… ‘

 

I’ve signed up to 30 Days Wild with the Derbyshire Wildlife Trust,  with the aim of blogging each day, a little bit of the nature of my world.

 

more than 97% of meadows had been destroyed in England since the 1930s

 

DW30 meadow

Freddy the farmer, told me there  were once corncrakes in this field.

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