Wandering at Strange Hours
Me being there at 5 in the morning was clearly a breach of some unwritten contract between fox and human.
Rain, Rain, Come Again
Kumudika de Silva
Some fly to neighbouring trees and continue the same raucous behaviour. They seem to be revelling in this rain.
To the naked eye it is a rather plain dragonfly but closer observation reveals a spectacular insect.
The Gaps We Leave
I think of the endless troops of insects and arachnids that have taken advantage of the quiet inside, the stillness, to form a refuge from the ebb of street life, heaving just mere meters away.
The Sooty Oystercatcher
There's a special little bird here that I see often. It's a funny looking creature - black all over, squat on short pink legs that almost seem to bend the wrong way as it walks, with a long orange beak that is remarkably designed for purpose.
Eleanor Cheng and Philipp Glanz
Looking up and around us really showed us how many different species of animals the gardens housed.
Waterway Encounters: Two Herons
I stop and crouch on the canal path. The heron is across the canal, partially hidden by reeds.
I look around for a bit and realised that I had all the colour right in-front of me.