30 Days Wild is a campaign run by The Wildlife Trusts to encourage lots of people outdoors doing something ‘wild’ every day for the month of June.
I took part last year and really enjoyed trying to come with something different everyday. Some of the things I did included, chasing rainbows, going to the beach, wild swimming, having breakfast in the garden, walking in the rain, making a nature table, planting seeds, climbing a hill, going on a guide walk with an expert, following a trail, badger watching (obviously), butterfly spotting and a day at the science fair.
This year I already have some things planned, some of which will be the same as last year, other days will be totally new.
Day one – Going on a bike ride.
A couple of days ago I took some photos of a weasel going backwards and forwards across the road, each time with a small rodent in its mouth. This morning we rode our bikes up to the same spot to see if the weasel was there again.
Unfortunately it wasn’t. This is one of the photos from Monday.
Weasels are part of the mustelid family and are the UK’s smallest carnivore. They eat small rodents and sometimes eggs and birds. This one must have a good source of food because I saw it five different times with prey.
As we cycled up the road there were lots of birds going to and from the hedges on either side, bringing invertebrates back into the nest to feed their young.
Where it had rain heavily in the night all the hawthorn blossom lay on the road like snow. The smell hung in the air, pungent and sweet, but also musty and earthy after the rain.
The grass verges are full of wildflowers, which I think is going to be another one of my 30 days Wild, to take photos of them.
By the bus stop we watched a very scruffy looking Great tit taking food in to a gap in the tiles on the bus stop roof. Great tits will lay between 7 to 9 eggs, sometimes up to 15. The Great tit looks like it has been working hard.
I think this is a White throat, we watched it taking food in to a bramble and hawthorn hedge.
Amongst all the bickering Rooks, Crows and Jackdaws on the farm, a Hare was calmly grazing.