Himself tells me the water in the ditch down the road is positively heaving with rampant croaking frogs...the starlings who nest in a hole in the little potting shed are back...stuffing in bits of dried grass and the occasional stray feather...they hurl insults at us when we walk past...
I think the wrens nest in the old apple tree has been used as a place to sleep on the cold nights...there is a trail of droppings on the bottom edge...if they had babies, there wouldn't be any evidence because they clean the nest out...flying away across the garden to drop the poo...obviously don't bother if there's a group of them huddled together for warmth.
The pigeons will be back soon...dropping a bit of stick into the top of the tree then standing back to admire their handiwork...funny how the smaller the bird the more complicated and intricate the nest they build...the pigeons are incredibly lackadaisical when it comes to caring for their eggs and then the young...the eggs fall out onto the ground where they smash...if one happens to actually hatch the squab will often fall out as well, where it'll lie on its back with its horrid translucent tummy pulsating...
The month of March is so often associated with Mad March Hares...the males box each other...standing upright on their back feet, they try to prove themselves more suitable a mate for the female they both have their eye on...I've only once seen a pair of boxing males...it's quite impressive.
The Irish Hare is much larger than its British counterpart...beloved of the Pagans of course, because of its reputation as a shape-shifter and its connection to the ancient magical tales, the Irish hare is the sacred animal of the Goddess Eostre...she and the Hare are symbols of regeneration and rebirth...new beginnings and new lives.
Early Christians altered the name of Eostre to Easter...gave the Hare an unwarranted reputation as being the sole cause of birth defects...especially that of a hare-lip...but only succeeded in blackening the animals reputation in England. Ireland didn't subscribe to the Christian view of one of their favoured animals and Goddesses.
We often see them here...racing down the old bog road before turning rapidly onto the bog itself and disappearing from view...
It is said to be fortunate indeed to be roaming the highways and byways at night and to come across a circle of Hares gazing at the moon...love and luck and good health will follow you all of your days...so long as you don't disturb them in their reverie.
Lived in Ironbridge and then Broseley across the River Severn for many years. Circumstances changed, sadly. I am in close contact with many of the friends I made in Shropshire. I have lots of memories and stories about the amazing characters and things that happened during my time. Ironbridge has changed - it is now mainly commuter populated - different people who work in Telford etc..
I'd Have Liked To Have Been There...
Animal Sanctuary Saved from Barbaric EU Law - Yippee :) :) :) 
