Sunday, July 24, 2016
A rabbit was in the garden this morning, nibbling in the overgrown borders. It came bounding towards the house and then sat up to have a look around before hopping back into the undergrowth.
Going out into the garden a bit later, I heard rustling in the corner underneath the cypress and went to have a look - but it was a cat! Goodness knows what became of the rabbit. A few days ago, Greger found deer droppings on the lawn - the price of leaving the gate open at night.
In the afternoon I took a walk up the quarry road. Hearing a faint squeak, I looked down - onto the tiniest mouse I've ever seen. Sometimes the nose looked blunt, as though this was a baby bank vole. But from another angle the snout looked pointed, and in any case the tail is fairly long, so it was probably a young house mouse. It seemed completely unaware of me, coming very close and appearing at one point to contemplate clambering over my boot.
The best birds were several young willow warblers, lovely yellow splashes in the birches.
// posted by Christine @ 2:54 PM 
