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On a hilltop in Wales with a friend yesterday, we found this feather. Curious, I asked my birding friends what bird it was from. Woodcock! And then I discovered that the white tip of a woodcock's tail feathers is a brighter white than any other bird's. Ideal for dusk courtship displays. #feathers
Yes!
A coltsfoot flower opened its radiant flower, just where I always find it first. #WildflowerHour
Field speedwell growing in a crack between pavement and wall outside my house finally opened its petals this week after 4 months in bud, surviving frost and snow. A hardy soul. #WildflowerHour
Some 35 years ago my mother collected handfuls of wild daffodil bulbs, thrown up by the plough on a neighbouring field in Dorset, which was then cultivated for maize. She planted them in a dingle on her own land, where they multiplied each year. She gave me a few for my garden and I love them.
First sighting of 2026 of the crimson, female flower of hazel: the nearest thing to a sea anemone in landlocked Shropshire. #WildflowerHour
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The glossy, leathery leaves of spurge laurel act as umbrellas, the fragrant flowers hanging down to avoid catching raindrops. Petty spurge flowers are like tiny, pale suns, the dandelion soaking up a ray of afternoon sun. Primroses and stinking hellebore herald spring! #WildflowerHour
Blackbird singing in the rain.
Great news from Scotland www.theguardian.com/environment/.... Now England must follow.
Ancient oak on the Shropshire/Wales border. It would take four people with their arms outstretched to give this tree a proper hug. #fattrunkTuesday
"No sight ever pleases me so well as the snowdrops now in the wilderness," wrote the renowned botanist Edward Lloyd in 1668, referring to his garden and home near Oswestry. The house is long gone but along the path through its ruins the snowdrops continue to flourish and delight. #WildflowerHour
Just 4 flowers for #WildflowerHour after the snow and frost.
Misty gold sunset on the Shropshire border looking into Wales.
Oak tree in Melverley, Shropshire #thicktrunktuesday
Snow on the ground but a woodpecker is drumming!
New Year's Day brightness: guelder rose berries with old man's beard seed heads.
A new year's greeting from a wheezing greenfinch and 33 fieldfares on my morning walk. #birdsong
Yes!
Late again... Finding wildflowers in late December worries me but never fails to bring joy. The perfect daisy and primrose, the soggy, struggling hawkbit and that too-early catkin, each of them alive with promise. #WildflowerHour. Primrose, daisy, strawberry, buttercup, hazel catkin and hawkbit.
Starling murmuration at Whixall Moss, just after sunset.
Eleven hours late for #WildflowerHour but these brave flowers deserve their moment: viper's bugloss and common century (doomed never to open its petals), a celandine and a wonderfully fresh daisy.
A winter chorus of song thrush, robin and great tit singing with backing vocals from a tree full of starlings.
'It could steal your drink from across the room' says McAllister. Its Latin name even sounds like Prosecco.
The Government must remember that our most important infrastructure is our natural infrastructure protecting us from floods and fires.
Weakening environmental rules – as proposed in the Fingleton Review – is not the answer.
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Song thrush singing in the November gloom.
Massive relief: I feared this day would never come.
Maybe it's a clone of the Glastonbury thorn
