Don’t you just love June!

It’s worth waiting eleven months for the month of June πŸ˜€  Big, gorgeous blooms are bursting out everywhere and all this rain just makes them look more luscious against all the fresh green. That and the fact that I have my birthday in June πŸ˜€

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The hedgehogs are still visiting the feeding station, even on stormy nights! Three or four visit every night and it is usually males and yes, the bullies are still around but I have to admit being just a little pleased the other night to see one bully getting a taste of his own medicine at last! In the video you will first see the bully pushing around another hog who had been happily eating away and minding his own business for a few minutes, until Bully Boy turned up. Keep watching and you will see Karma in action when another aggressive hog turns up. They say that hedgehogs aren’t territorial.  From my experience, most of them certainly are when it comes to their feeding area. Not every male that feeds at this feeding station is aggressive but the majority are.  I’ve been watching hedgehogs at feeding stations continuously and without fail for almost a year now, keeping records as I go and the sows usually just get on with feeding then move on but the hogs are the ones that get aggressive, even when there is more than enough food for all and the food bowls are spaced far apart, further than in this video.  It makes you wonder though: the attacker mustn’t care or think too much about the pain that the quills inflict on his face (those quills hurt!)

For any of you who know the story of our Autumn orphan, Eric, I still catch sight of a hedgehog on the Trail Cams who I am pretty sure is Eric. You will have to excuse me if I can’t say for sure whether it is him or not.  After all, all hedgehogs do have a tendency to look alike but I reckon every now and then I see one on camera that I recognise something of and it pleases me to know that he is still out there, kicking up the traces.


From feuding hedgehogs to fledgling birds, goldfinches to be precise.  These two little darlings were like ‘sitting ducks’ on our sun terrace yesterday.

Two goldfinch fledglings 4.6.2017

Their mum and dad were in a bush nearby calling to them.  As we have lots of cats around us that regularly pass through our garden, I sat on the terrace keeping watch until the little darlings had hopped first onto plant pots and then into a shrubbery and hopefully out of sight of passing predators. How cute can one bird get?  Just look…

Fledgling 4.6.2017another two goldfinch fledglings 4.6.2017


 

And last but never, ever least…

SQUIRRELS ~ GWIWER GOCH

Just lately, I feel like I eat, sleep and breathe squirrels!  I dream about them and even have bad dreams of them being eaten by farm cats and storms bringing down the tree that their drey is in and the kittens being homeless and left orphaned and oh…. get a grip! Here is the latest….

Delilah, the Mum of this little family unit is still hale and hearty.  We had begun to worry about her, as she was being seen less and less on camera and at feeding stations but today she put paid to all that worry.  She has eaten virtually non stop all day. Through all this wind and rain, Delilah has sat battered by strong winds, her ear tufts blowing by the gales and her russet coat soaked with rain but still she carried on.  Eating and eating and eating. Go Delilah!

Mum Delilah 5.6.2017 (2)

Then there is Dad, aka Nibbles. Worringly, we haven’t seen anything of Nibbles since 17th May, six days before the kittens made an appearance on the Trailcams.  I don’t think it’s a coincidence either. I have a feeling Delilah makes sure he keeps away since their kittens have been weaned and are out and about in the daytime. He used to be such a handsome fellow, all muscular and healthy and always on the scene but the last film I have of him is quite pitiful. Delilah is up a tree on a feeder and won’t allow him up: he has to make do with whatever falls down to the ground beneath her. He looks scrawny and it is quite sad to watch.  It is obvious that this is Delilah’s territory and Nibbles is not welcome. I really hope wherever he is, he is alright.

This is Nibbles when he looked his best…

nibbles

Nibbles

And here is the last snapshot I have of Nibbles taken 17th May 2017…

Nibbles 17.5 Then there are the kittens.  There are three of them. There may have been more, we don’t know but when they showed up just over a week ago there were just the three. They are very healthy, energetic kittens dashing around all over the place. For a few days they stayed together and then they split up, two staying close to each other and one going alone.  A few days ago all three came together again and I managed to catch them on camera purely by chance. Then for a couple of days there was only one.

Three kittens 2.6.2017 (2)

When I was taken the recycling bins down the drive today I came literally face to face with the other two again, who were clinging to the side of a tree.  It is quite comical when that happens. I don’t know who is the most shocked: me or them? We all stay perfectly still, staring at each other, before either them or me turning away slowly. πŸ˜€

As I said in my last post, my friend and I have a mammoth task on our hands trying to identify the kittens: we look at the shape of the ear, the sex of the kitten and any other characteristics, trying to identify the three individual kittens. We have managed to indentify two of them and they are both males.  The third one is a little harder to catch on camera and therefore to indentify but we will endeavour.  It would be lovely if it was a female. Here are the two young male kittens…

Hopefully, in my next post I will be able to write about the third kitten πŸ™‚

In the meantime, I will get back to my guitar practice. At least I have progressed and no longer make my dog’s ears bleed.  Sorry Ava. You’re my number one fan πŸ˜€