What? Me? You talkin’ to me?

22nd May 2012:  Today has been hot. I went to the marsh with my 7D and Sigma lens slung over my shoulder. I couldn’t face the heat with a rucksack full of equipment on my back. I didn’t have a plan. It’s not a good idea to go down the marsh without a plan. I inevitably end up walking about aimlessly, and this is exactly what I did.

At the back of my mind, I suppose, I was thinking that I might formulate a plan on the hoof; this Rarely works! Croosing Wilden Lane, I had an idea: I might try my luck with the badgers, but my heart wasn’t in it. I had changed my mind before I reached the setts. It was just too hot to be sitting about in the Himalayan balsam waiting for a badger to show. Anyway, I think the badgers have moved to their summer setts.

I went to North Pond instead; maybe I might get another owl image. There weren’t any owls in the North Pond trees, at least none that I could see. This is where I photographed the squirrel.

Two days of sun has certainly brought the flowers out, and I didn’t have my macro camera with me. I made a mental note of blooms I saw in the corridor to the tenant farmer’s field, but forgot them breturned arrived back home.

I nearly forgot! I was standing behind the north pasture fence along the river and saw an otter with a fish in its mouth trying to climb onto the bank. It saw me almost at the same time I saw it and immediately fell backwards into the water.