The weather has taken a turn for the worse. It’s damp and cool. Yesterday I got soaked and likewise this morning.
Sunday I was just having a wee nip about five thirty when Andrew asked for a hand haymaking. It was almost dark when we finished but at least the hay got baled before it got wet again. I was going flat out with the hay tedder but not being used to such things had done a hundred yards before I realised I was spreading not rowing. I had to stop and switch all the prongs round. I was soon into the swing of it. Five rows round then up and down the hillside, dodging marshy bits and rocks, trying to guess ten rows in front of myself as you have to work clockwise. I kept my head down and eyes to the front as looking at my rows I bet Andrew was having fun baling. I had set a veritable tractor gymkhana course. I didn’t want to catch his eye as we passed.
I did enquire why I got an old tractor and not a new one but was told I was too old to manage a new machine. This was the nearest he had to my age other than a Grey Fergy and that was too slow. I am sure we used to call the implement a cock pheasant. I don’t know why. Next time, if there is a next time I am going to demand a new machine with air con and Katie Melua, Dire Straights and maybe a bit of Kate Bush blasting from the stereo. Unfortunately next time it will be trailer driving alongside the combine. I’ll have Eva Cassidy on for that…. Dream on Adrian. I bet I get the Grey Fergy and a two share plough for doing the bits the big machines can’t get at.
This is an image I forgot from a day or so ago. It’s a micro moth on a daisy. I only include it as it has a longer tongue than most butterflies and I can’t work out where they put them whilst flying around.
The puss Moth larva is still growing but is a bit wet. I couldn’t get a head on shot as it has changed leaves again. It is getting much more active and it’s head is more distinct now. I couldn’t find any bird netting but have used some net from the baler. The white sticky stuff used to wrap around round bales; like thick bits of shredded cling film. I’m hoping that will keep it safe.
This is a female Snipe Fly; Chrysopilus cristatus. I think. I am trying really hard to get pictures of tiny flies but all I’m doing is increasing the shutter count and wasting strobe batteries. This is as good as my efforts get which is not very good at all. I’ll keep trying as it took me ages to get sharp shots of dead things and flowers.Easy Peasy is that job. I’ll get there with more practise.
A couple of days ago I met Polly on my way back from the wood. She asked if I’d seen anything interesting so I showed her the caterpillar and a Spotted Crane Fly which unfortunately disappeared whilst my eyes were perusing her legs and bottom. We wandered on and she suddenly exclaimed.
“ I know what these are, they are Hogweed Bonking Beetles.”
I have never heard them called that but it is apt as they always seem to be bonking. They are Orange Soldier Beetles Rhagonycha fulva. But Bonking Beetle is a far better name.
That’s all for today.