Mushrooms

This is the time of year when lots of different types of wild mushrooms are found popping up in the fields and forests, but overnight, in a shaded area, under a conifer tree, in my garden, this little crop of mushrooms pushed their way through the earth and weeds. I quickly went for my camera, fearing they might be "magic mushrooms" and do a disappearing act. I know that some mushrooms are poisonous and with names like "death cap" and "destroying angels", I decided NOT to make a meal of them.

Early Morning

A delightful, calm, tranquil, early morning scene on the River Shannon at Corbally.

Sunrish - Sunset

Sun rising over the Sonoran Desert, Arizone. Sun setting over the river Shannon, Limerick, Ireland.

Water Mirror

The Mill Stream, mirrors, what is around it.

River Walk

Took a stroll down to the Green to-day, passed the Nursing Home on the way

To take a look over the river wall and admire the view and all the wonderful wildlife.

The river was alive with swans, geese, ducks and seagulls and who knows what else.

After leaving the Green I headed for the river bank, now disused and overgrown. I paused at
this little footbridge to take in the stillness, silence and beauty of the place.

Through the overgrowth I could see the place was purple with masses of Himalayan Balsam and Purple Loosetrife

I hadn't gone very far when I was surprised to meet my sister Maura walking her dog "Judd", possibly she was more surprised to meet me. My intended walk ended here. We went back

to Maura's place.

Sat out, had tea, watched the tide come in and the sun go down. Now, it was indeed time to head home.

Roadworks Ahead

Careful fish, there's roadworks ahead, this guy is trying to shovel me out of the way.

When the Red, Red Robin...

This is Rory, our resident robin. After a short courtship, he set up home with his wife Rose. The site they choose was a flower pot in the shed, there, they built a very cosy home, made of dead leaves and moss, lined with hair and feathers, it appeared Rose did most of the work. She laid 5 eggs and they hatched out on March 17th.

After the chicks were born, Rory came into his own, he proved to be a great little provider for Rose and their young family. He foraged under shrubs, leaves, rocks, just everywhere, for worms and insects, he had no problem at all taking food from my hand. After going on to have two more broods and working tirelessly through the summer, they have now become rather scarce, probably moulting and not wanting to show themselves.

I now look forward to seeing them emerge with new plumage and in good singing voice for the coming months.