You remember those little nuthatch hatchlings I showed you last week? That was not the beginning of the story of course. Here are some great tit eggs. The mother has been laying them day by day, allowing them to get cold as she disappears to feed. Then, when she’s laid the lot, she starts to incubate them. They warm up as her body covers them, and lo! They hatch at pretty much the same time as each other. Will they all make it to leaving-the-nest stage? That is another story …
Monday Portrait
You’ve come far too early – just as They’re getting us organised for the summer. You could have waited. Mind you, so could They. I’d have hung on to my woolly coat a while longer, but They decided differently. Do you realise it’s still only 1°C in the night? It’s a sheep’s life …
Monday Portrait.
…doing what meerkats do best.
At Thorpe Perrow Arboretum.
Monday Portrait
Here’s who we found on a visit to Thorp Perrow yesterday. A mother wallaby and her frisky and curious joey. He didn’t get out of the pouch while we were there, but we knew he was skittish, because when he was nowhere to be seen, his mum’s pouch rippled energetically as he rushed around within.
Monday Portrait.
This post is dedicated to Brian of Bushboy’s World, because he has wallabies frollicking around in his back garden. Lucky Brian!
Just down the road from home …
Monday Portrait(s)
We were Down at the Farm the other day, when the Spanish branch of the family was visiting. I ought to be showing you new born lambs, since it’s Easter, but we couldn’t resist these pigs.
… Oh, OK then. Here’s just one lamb, only hours old.
Monday Portrait.
A young fallow buck at Studley Royal.
Monday Portrait.
Here he is. The world’s largest rodent. The capybara. He lives in Barcelona’s Cosmo-Caixa Science Museum, in the Bosc Inundat (Flooded Forest) . This, along with other South American species, is part of a huge simulated Amazon rainforest ecosystem, with animals, birds and fish.
Monday Portrait
The parakeets that live round and about Ciutadella Park in Barcelona are opportunists. They know that all they have to do is hang around tourists, looking winsome, and the next meal will appear. If they’re lucky, maybe specially purchased nuts and seeds from equally opportunist street vendors. Otherwise, croissant crumbs and biscuits. They don’t seem fussy.
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My Monday Portrait is not of reindeer: but I hope this group of red deer stags will prove acceptable to Father Christmas as he packs up his deliveries on Wednesday evening.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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