silver birch

Last Rose

next day nature diary previous day back Wild West Yorkshire Nature Diary,
Saturday 30th October 1999

Nature Diary     Rocks     History     Gallery     Links     Home Page    
falling leavesbirch leaf DRIFTING LEAVES animate the spaces between the trees. Walking towards them and through them is like looking up the down escaltor - you get a feeling of moving onwards and upwards.

With flocks of birds swirling over the hedgerows it is an animated afternoon. With all this movement in the air it is as if everything is moving on, from one season to the next. British Summertime ends today.

last dog rose A Dog Rose bush at the top end of the lane is covered with ripe red hips, but there's one fresh, perfect rose still in flower on it.

Two Pheasants grockle at each other as they carve up the woodland edge territory. It is a stereophonic contest;

'Grock!' . . . . . . . . . .'Grock'
'Grock!' . . . . . . . . . .'Grock'

hawthorn berries Redwings have entirely stripped one Hawthorn of its berries, while another is still dark crimson with haws.

The Charolais herd has gone from the hillslope pasture. We'll miss them.

magpie A Black-headed Gull chases a larger Herring Gull, while a Magpie dog fights with a Sparrowhawk.

birch leaves on the canal On the surface of the canal the yellow leaves that have fallen from the Silver Birch have been arranged by the wind into swags, like some flower festival. A Larch that overhangs the water has produced a diagonal line of needles stretching across the canal.

Richard Bell
Richard Bell,
wildlife illustrator

E-mail; ''

Next day      Previous day   Nature Diary   Wild West Yorkshire home page