It's the time of year when exciting things Natural are miserably scarce in the woods, so I find myself thrilled to spot something as 'ordinary' as this outbreak of orange mould on a dead twig or....
....a couple of small witches' butter fungal 'flowers' on a dead gorse branch; and I begin to wonder whether, in order to get my daily Nature kick, I should set out to become a world expert on....
....the bewildering array of mosses and lichens, of which there seem to be plenty around even through the worst of the winter months.
Our walk today was promising to be as barren as ever when....
....I heard a bird calling in the pine plantation by Roe Corner, a call I didn't recognise but which the Merlin app identified as a mistle thrush. It was a short, repetitive call, the sound not dissimilar to a song thrush's call but with a very limited repertoire; glorious enough in the circumstances for me to stand for ten minutes listing to it.
Sadly, for all my searching I could not find the bird in the thick tangle of undergrowth but, nearing home, I came across a very welcome but unwelcome sign of the coming spring....
....the first squashed frog of the year.
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