Tuesday, October 13, 2009


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.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Early Morning

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

Monday, September 21, 2009

Sunrish - Sunset

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

Friday, September 18, 2009

Water Mirror

The Mill Stream, mirrors, what is around it.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

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.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Roadworks Ahead

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

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Swat That Fly

I have yet to come across anyone who would say, I love flies as they would dogs, cats, birds etc. I was reading a small article on why the fly is important for the preservation of the environment. Apparently the fly is an expert on recycling and is indispensable to the economy of nature. They lay their eggs on decaying plant or animal remains, this serves as food for the developing larvae and returned to the soil in the form of droppings, thus providing a food supply for plants and bacteria and so the cycle is complete.

I think we know too they can be dangerous as they act as vectors for innumerable diseases, conveying germs from one host to another. I looked around for a fly to photograph, and you know, I couldn't find one, so, I'm happy about that. I had to borrow this one, Here is another appropriate poem by Paddy Lysaght from his collection "A Torrent of Versatile Verses".

"Swat that fly", my hubby said,
"I cannot stand his buzz".
"For goodness sake, relax" I said,
"What is he doing to us?"
He threw a might swear at me,
He fixed me with his eyes.
"I'll kill the hoor myself", he said,
"I hate those bloody flies".
He swore once more. I answered back -
There's more to it, of course -
But that dust-up about the fly
Ended with our divorce.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Fuchsia Inside and Out

This lovely Fuchsia is peering over the wall from my neighbours garden. The variety is F. Magellanica "Riccartonii, the most popular and hardiest of the fuchsias. It looks so elegant right now with its colourful bell-shaped flowers hanging from the branches. I went inside to see my own Fuchsia, unfortunately it is only on a lamp shade, the good thing is, it is handpainted and I like that.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


While working in the garden I could hear a lot of twittering going on, it was 5 baby Swallows being fed by their parents, that was back in June. It was rather difficult to get good photo's as they were so high up. I am including a nice poem about the Swallow by Paddy Lysaght from his collection of "A Torrent of Versatile Verses".

Glad to see the Swallow back again
Perched on the high wires. Soon their song
Will cheer us all this summer long.
And on the rafter by the stable door,
Their mud made nest will shortly be
Relined for this year's progeny.

They flit about the lawn and trees,
Shoot silently in and out the stable door,
They wing-flap and by up-draught soar
Upwards, then down-dive at their ease.
Of beauty and movement the epitome,
They enrapture us as would a symphony.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

August Celebration

What was it this morning that brought so many birds to the nut holders just outside my kitchen window. I could see baby birds, teenage birds, mother and father birds, all squabbling away with each other to get their turn at picking the nuts. I wonder was it because it rained heavily all night and they were wet and hungry, or were they all gathering for an August 1st celebration. I was particularly delighted to see several Green finches and Sparrows. They were once the most common bird in the garden, now I almost get excited if I see one or two. As soon as I went out to take some photo's, there was a vanishing act.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Shannon View

To-day I took a pleasant stroll down to a little green area, just a stone throw away from my house and to sit on the river wall and take in the view. This poem by Pádraic H. Pearse came to mind.
The Wayfarer
The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown
And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;
Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way

Friday, July 24, 2009


My first blog was about the Blue Tits moving into their new home, well, they left and moved on elsewhere. Holly hedgehog has found a new friend, now I can hardly tell them apart. Blackie the dad blackbird is stil very busy, at present he is feeding 3 rather large young blackbirds and is looking the worse for wear. The peacocks are still around and looking rather bare as they have lost their lovely plumes. The kitten has returned after an absence of 8 days and wasn't made at all welcome by Cheko. The bright eyed fox is still visiting at night, with 2 cubs, now there are 3. And the little rescued sygnet lost the battle.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

In Full Bloom

Thought I should show a photo of the Clematis, this one is "Jackmanii Superba" and the Lily is "Apeldoorn", both are looking splendid at the moment.

Friday, July 17, 2009


To-day two baby swans got seperated from their parents, other adult swans attacked them and killed one. After much panic this little fellow was rescued. It is only a few days old, so the problem was, what to feed it. On contacting the Wildlife Service they suggested feeding it with soft cat food as it has plenty of vitamins. Lets hope this little fellow does well.

Stray Kitten

This little kitten has been coming to the garden for the past 3 weeks. He looks nice enough in the photo but in actual fact he has red patches on his skin and is quite scrawney. He is very afraid of people but has made friends with a labrador, 2 peacocks and Cheko the cat. I gave him plenty of food and milk in the hope of gaining his trust, no such luck. However, I haven't seen him now for 5 full days, can't help wondering what could have happened to him.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Mallard Ducks

Ducks having a nap, on the road to God knows where

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Two Peacocks

Two heads are better than one, in this case one head is better than two