Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

As my brain is otherwise occupied at the moment… a reblog from six years ago…

Red kite

“It’s a humming bird moth!” said my younger son as he got out of the car. I’d picked him up to fix his suit for a wedding and the little creature was hovering over the last of the valerian outside the door. “You get so many things here,“ he added as I showed him a few of the latest photographs. An early start at my elder son’s had seen me out before the traffic where, for the second day running, I had managed to snap a couple of distant shots of the heron that seems to have taken up residence beside the main road. It is odd to see it so untroubled … this wild, almost prehistoric creature… as great, lumbering lorries speed past, while it potters about investigating the plastic bags of…