A spring and a skip

WinterSpring: this brambling seems reluctant to start his migration. Photo taken 17 April

WinterSpring: this brambling seems reluctant to start his migration. Photo taken 17 April

Winter finally loosened its icy grip late last month. Almost overnight the world turned green, and living things across the land breathed an audible sigh of relief.

Now the promise of summer is teasing us (but wait, we haven’t had spring yet). Everything is behind, and some things, like my plum tree and forsythia hedge, are not even trying.

This is Holly’s first spring, and she is loving the long grass and new scents. She also loves sheep and lambs, but is slowly learning that stalking is more fun than chasing.

Holly doing her best to ignore red grouse on the fell, even when they explode from beside the path

Holly doing her best to ignore red grouse on the fell, even when they explode from beside the path

It is also the first spring for my pond. I’ve introduced a few plants and already water beetles and pond skaters have made it their home. I could watch them, mesmerised, for hours.

The pond skaters approve of the pond

The pond skaters approve of the pond

Finally, this is my first spring attempting to garden with both a young dog and four chickens. Holly gets less free time in the garden now (until she learns she can’t eat the chickens), but while the puppy damage is healing, new scars are appearing curtesy of the chickens. I’m sure we’ll find a happy medium eventually…

don't be fooled by that innocent expression - chickens are garden wrecking machines

Don’t be fooled by that innocent expression – chickens are garden wrecking machines

While we all hope for a better summer than last year, we hold our breath to see what impact such a long delay in spring weather will have on us, our wildlife, and our farmers.

Finally, the trees have decided it's warm enough to get out of bed. Sycamore bud

Finally, the trees have decided it’s warm enough to get out of bed. Sycamore bud

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About Yasmine

After working with horses for many years I came to my senses and got a 'proper job'. I now live in Weardale with My Taller Half, a mad border collie and 5 chickens. Still wishing I could spend all my time in the great outdoors
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