Do you remember June days when you were a child? The sun shone hotly all day, there was utter silence apart from bees buzzing and the drone of the odd aircraft passing over, the fields were full of buttercups and the scent of blossom and baby things were popping out all over the fields. Was it really like that or do I just remember the good bits and cut out the rotten cold wet days?
Well, I shall never know. Sufficient to say that today has been a perfect June day here in North Yorkshire. Tess and I meandered along the beckside, pushing our way through buttercups and listening to the birds. At one point we heard the cheep of baby ducks and the cautious quack of mother telling them to keep a low profile. Tess would have liked to investigate but I held her back and let them go on their way.
In places the beck was not visible as the banks were thick with meadow-sweet in bud. In other places the water cress almost met across the water - and we even found a place where yellow water irises (flags) were in full bloom.
There must be baby curlew chicks around for parents were flying low overhead and calling alarm calls. When this happens the chicks find a tall clump of grass and crouch down in it until the danger has passed. Again Tess would have liked to investigate a clump or two, but I kept her on a long leash and urged her on. These little chaps have enough to contend with and are best left undisturbed.
Coming back up the pasture we could see the heifers grazing among the buttercups - they lifted their heads to watch us coming and then followed us to the gate. They are such inquisitive creatures.
The farmer spent the morning weeding the vegetable garden and as you can see from the photograph it is weedless again - but for how long? This afternoon he cut all the privet hedges. The sweepings are there to cart away this evening - another job well done.
Have a nice evening.