ROADKILL Randy dog foxes are on the move. The lust inside males of this species seems to be as strong as that which grips two-legged mammals. In these long dark months before the spring he’s out and about, hot-footing it through the landscape in search of a mate. I saw three stark signs of sex in [...]
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27January 2010 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman ROADKILL
Wednesday, January 27th, 201021 January 2010 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman HABITAT AID
Thursday, January 21st, 2010HABITAT AID Met up with Nick Mann from Habitat Aid (www.habitataid.co.uk) in The Camelot Inn car park, South Cadbury, late this afternoon. He wanted to show me a two acre field corner in which he’s trialling seeds and management tachniques for a wildflower mix. It’s an old quarry/dumping ground right next to the A303. Nick’s an [...]
Read More »9 January 2010 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman THE AWKWARD CUSTOMER
Saturday, January 9th, 2010THE AWKWARD CUSTOMER Jackdaws in the lime were particularly noisy at 9.20am when I stepped up into the garden to saw some logs. I caught the end of a skirmish with a buzzard. The big bird of prey opened its considerable wings and lifted with a retreating upwards sweep. The undersides of its body were [...]
Read More »29 December 2009 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman I’D RATHER NOT BE ON THE PLOT
Tuesday, December 29th, 2009I’D RATHER NOT BE ON THE PLOT The weather was so grotty, foul and bitter cold wet this morning as we set off at 10am to see my side of the family near Oxford that I turned to Mrs Nails and commented, “I don’t think I’d rather be on the plot today.” She chuckled . “That’s very [...]
Read More »18 September 2009 DIRTY NAILS’ BLOG by Joe Hashman HOMEWARD IN FRIDAY RUSH HOUR
Friday, September 18th, 200918 September 2009 HOMEWARD IN FRIDAY RUSH HOUR I’ve been here before: smoothly negotiating the A303 at Countess roundabout then, slamming on the anchors, almost immediately grinding to a halt. In front ahead, two lanes of brake lights stretching up and curving round the left-handed bend. I crawl with fellow inmates between smog-stained crash barriers [...]
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