For many people – and dogs, a walk along the seashore is the very best way of clearing the cobwebs and giving the busy mind a good old spring clean. A renewal, in fact.




For Becky’s #SquaresRenew.
For many people – and dogs, a walk along the seashore is the very best way of clearing the cobwebs and giving the busy mind a good old spring clean. A renewal, in fact.




For Becky’s #SquaresRenew.
In the cold and wet of the last few weeks the lilac and laburnum flowers, like most things, has refused to do anything but remain tightly furled in tiny, hard little buds. This week, and almost overnight, they’ve all burst into ravishingly radiant and resplendent life.



For Becky’s #SquaresRenew.
I think Greylag Goose parents definitely keep their broods moving forward, renewing the blood line. These geese only moved onto our village ponds last year, but already they have had the effect of making ducks and moorhens move away, and ensuring that those few that remain aren’t able to raise their own babies to maturity. When it comes to protecting local wildlife, many of us here aren’t so keen on offering these geese much of a helping hand.

For Becky’s #Squares Renew
IJ Khanewala’s Bird of the Week
Take one felled tree. Give it another life. A boat. A house. Floorboards. There’s still a lot left. A table. Chairs. Cupboards. And still there’s more. Look what one woman was making with the tree’s detritus at a country fair last year. Simply spoons.



For Becky’s #SquaresRenew.
Poor Mrs. Pheasant. There she was, trying to renew the blood line and produce a clutch of eggs to grow into the next generation of pheasants. But a marauder found her eggs, and instead, made a breakfast of them, so that he (or she?) had the nourishment needed to set about producing the next generation of their own species.

At least this marauder was keeping body and soul together. We live in shooting country, and the countryside is crammed with pheasants, imported here in vast numbers simply so they can be the target of barely competent marksmen enjoying their yearly shooting break. Some dead birds find their way to the table via local butchers. Many corpses are quite simply … discarded.
This blackbird may have been luckier. Once hatched, the baby blackbird’s shell simply fell to the ground beneath the nest.


By the way, the featured photo is of male pheasants. Their female counterparts are somewhat dowdier.
For Becky’s #Squares Renew.
Today’s post for Becky’s Squares takes me to our nearby woodlands . Leaves are just emerging on the trees, a fresh acidic green. This delicate newness may be my favourite time of year for a walk in the woods. The trees are busy renewing, burgeoning, reconstructing, moving forward …




This has been a great year for blossom – though sadly, it’s nearly all over now. Let’s hope though that these burgeoning blossoms become ripe fruits for us – or the birds – to enjoy as summer and autumn come our way.




For Becky’s Squares – Renew.
Today, for Becky’s Squares Challenge, I’m going to focus on moving forward. Birds show us how it’s done.




Spotted yesterday at Studley Royal: new life – burgeoning; the devoted parents moving forward – often – to protect their young by hissing threateningly at passers by who paused to admire the new babies; renewing and reconstructing the bloodline.
Yes, Becky’s Squares photo challenge has returned – hooray! The only rule is that the image chosen has to be square. This month’s theme is Renew. Or Burgeoning. Or Moving Forward. Or Reconstructing. You get the idea. So here is my first offering.

The photos is also my Last on the Card for Brian. It has of course been doctored to form a perfect square. This is against the rules. But Brian knows I invariably break the rules.
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