I may have only been away for a week but the changes on my local patch
reveal the shift from autumn to winter that happened in my absence. The storm
that passed through while I was away stripped many of the local trees of their
leaves, changing vistas and shifting horizons. The dry hues of autumn no longer
adorn branches but instead crunch beneath my feet, the tapestry of autumn
colour now a carpet to be sullied, swept away and broken down. The only saving
grace has been the temperature, remaining unseasonably high; the now dark
evenings lack the bite of what will inevitably arrive over the coming weeks.
The soft calls of redwings in the night sky provide a different signal
of the changing season, a pleasing sign of migrants arriving from further
north. There is plenty of fruit for them this year, although it may remain
little used until the first frosts restrict access to the soil-dwelling
invertebrates on which these and other thrushes feed. The clear skies will see
temperatures fall overnight, perhaps bringing with them an end to the late
flying migrant hawker dragonflies and the last of the season’s crickets and
grasshoppers. The odd bumblebee and butterfly is still on the wing though, and
a few warming rays of sunlight are enough to see them stir. I wonder how the
large white caterpillars munching on bolted greens in the vegetable patch will
fair?
This is the time of the year when the lure of home grows stronger and
where a good book replaces time spent in the field. There’s still the opportunity
for a walk, although this has become a weekend treat and not something to slot
in before or after work. Still, the dark evenings provide opportunity for
reflection and for the collation of notes made throughout the year. There are
ringing and nest recording submissions to be made, data to be processed and
delivered and observations to write up. It is the time of the year for repaying
the pleasure that has come from spending time in the field. There is also the
opportunity to start thinking about next year, to make plans and to think about
what new delights the countryside will deliver.
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