Recently I have blogged about our short trips out to places close to home. Yesterday we didn't need a car, a bike, a hike to find a subject for a photograph or two. Staying with my theme of wings, left the nest after busy weeks of Mr and Mrs Blackbird feeding, cleaning, guarding, teaching, busy birds for this little chap who decided he was going to venture on his on.

Freshly fluffed

We watched from the kitchen window, thinking he would leave too soon, but no, he sat, we had time to change a lens and go out to take his photo. Both parents well out of sight, had done their duty and he was learning to peck and preen all so soon after they looked after him with food on demand. The last of our berries were devoured but we have been paid for gardening to help our feathered and winged friends. 

Beady eye

This little character has still to learn from experience but to be part of his innocent performance was a treat for both of us when we knew he had recently been an egg in a nest in our garden.






Who are you?

The Buddleia and Lavetera are a constant feast for more white butterflies than we can count. The Red Admiral is no gracing the scene and we are hoping the Small Tortoise shell and Peacock butterflies will wing there way when the sedum bursts in the coming weeks. Oh how the joy of nature, lifts my mind and soul. Only a few footsteps or within eyesight as I cook for dad, the wonders of creation paint the garden and bring a sense of much needed calm. Update: shortly after publishing this blog post, I looked out the kitchen window and saw my first Peacock butterfly to visit our garden this year. I was t quick enough to take a photo but the markings have left a beautiful image in my mind. 

Today I am resting as tomorrow we will be visiting the first Yarnfolk festival in Northern Ireland. I really need a boost to my energy to cope with this challenge and hope I can share some photos next week of the experience although not on a grand scale. I appreciate the fact we will have a taste of the big festivals which take place on the mainland. I wouldn't be going if it wasn't for dad as he will come along with me and enable me if I see anything to buy!

I will end this blog with a photo of a busy bee, buzzing with energy, his legs showing how much nectar he can gather. We need to focus on  how much our lives depend on the bees and remember to garden to encourage these vital pollinators. I was a busy B but I will be a resting B today.

Busy bee  

Wings and things

This weekend was special but sometimes special days bring back emotional memories that make happy days a little sad too. After a hectic morning that involved a bit too much of rushing about, the invitation to go out with my camera made this day, one I like to remember now. Where would we go and what would we see? Little did we know, treats would abound in the grounds of Rowallane Gardens, one of our National Trust's gems, not too far from home.

 Blue and grey

Blue and grey

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Scene check

Serious tech




The stonework makes this a beautiful setting for anyone, even those without cameras. Flowers dress the walls and gardens, textures from nature on stone walls. A small area but when we have our cameras hours fly by and with each visit we find something new. A surprise awaited us when we wandered round the twisted paths, breathing in the fresh air, was anything stirring or fluttering there?

leaf me alone : Red Admiral butterfly

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last shot before the rain

We decided to go inside for a cup of coffee, leaving the sunny grounds for respite but little did we know the heavens would open and the rain would come down in torrents! rain stopped play, I left the grounds with a plastic bag over my hair!

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How old is old at Rowallane gardens with history rooted in the grounds