We were out for a pre-breakfast walk and it was horrid, cold, wet and barely light. It was much brighter than I thought as I was wearing my sunglasses. I am fast approaching the stage where I will need a carer. Who in their right mind and compos mentis wears sunglasses in the rain? This Crow is almost tame and as I give it bits of apple, pear and banana it has taken to pecking the van step for attention. I don’t mind every hour or so but every ten minutes gets annoying. I went out to tell it to Fly Off or words to that effect. It hopped off and started pecking the ground, I wondered what it was eating.
There didn’t seem to be anything there. A bit of grass, some moss, a little lichen, a pound coin and stones. Then I noticed the tiny white flowers. The crow was eating grit for it’s crop no doubt expecting more apple. I fetched my tweezers and picked a bit of the flower.
I have no idea what it is. I was thinking it was one of the many stonecrops but Google had nothing like it. The seed pod or whatever is a bit odd. It is very small, possibly the smallest flower in the UK but I Googled that to no avail.
With thanks to PHIL this tiny plant has been identified as whitlow grass Erphila verna.
That’s all for today.