This afternoon we walked across to our nearby wildflower meadow which was planted by our local farmer a couple of years ago.
The area is mainly Ox-eye daisies that are now going over, knapweed, thistles, yarrow, St John’s wort, ragwort and grasses. The whole area is surrounded by oak, ash, hazel, blackthorn, nettles, brambles and hawthorn. To the edge where the meadow meets the woods, tiny oak trees only a few centimetres high push their way through the tangle of grass and flowers.
I often see plenty of wildlife in this area, including swallows and dragonflies skimming over the tops of the vegetation, foxes, deers and badgers trotting through. Barn owls, kestrels and buzzards hunting from overhead.
Walking around the edge sent up multitudes of small brown/blue butterflies, a mixed of Common Blue and Brown Argus. Looking down amongst the grasses, each stalk seemed to hold at least one moth, but I wasn’t looking for moths today I was looking for butterflies.