Wild Walk Tuesday 28th October 2025

 

 I walked outside into dazzling bright sunshine with a mild breeze today. Three jackdaws were perched on a rooftop when I turned into a local lane and I noticed a wood pigeon on a nearby house. I walked around the outskirts of the recreation ground. A few rooks from the rookery were around, making a lot of noise as they called to one another, and a wood pigeon was flying over the cemetery.

I arrived at the entrance to the cemetery road where my friend the Pit Bull Terrier was standing on a trampoline in his garden, staring straight at me. I stood and stared back, smiling, and he never made a sound.

I raised my hand to wave goodbye and he visibly tensed, but he still never made a sound, and we continued to stare at each other. I think I have definitely made a friend here, as not long ago he would have raised the dead in the cemetery next door with his loud barking.

I walked into the cemetery where the bright dazzling sunlight was blinding the rooks flying around above the rookery treetops. I started to wander along the cemetery pathways, and as I turned away from the sunlight, I could see about 50 rooks flying around, making their harsh, guttural calls to one another. Several rooks and a few wood pigeons began flying away as I made my way out of the cemetery.

I noticed the recent wind had blown down many pine cones, which were scattered over the cemetery road surface, thick enough for me to slide on and almost trip me up.

I walked along past the leisure centre, where 10 house sparrows were perched and hopping around on the branches of a hawthorn hedge adjoining the next-door care home.

A man walking a Cockapoo-type dog passed as I walked along past the cricket club pavilion.

Today, I walked for 1.7 miles in 35 minutes.

Google Fit awarded me 26 Heart Points.

Copyright ©️ Written by John Yeo All rights reserved

NATURALISTIC INTELLIGENCE

NATURALISTIC INTELLIGENCE

Exploring a daily trail of naturalistic intelligence.
Natural growth is a pathway to maturity.
Peace of mind with personal eloquence.

Wherever we walk, exploring the evidence.
Our thoughts meld into individuality.
Exploring a daily trail of naturalistic intelligence.

Growth is a pathway to walk with reverence.
Happy to follow in peace with security.
Peace of mind with personal eloquence.

The wildlife speaks with natural eloquence.
Finding a way with our learned rationality.
Exploring a daily trail of naturalistic intelligence.

Walking with nature with care and diligence.
Following life’s pathway, learning gradually.
Peace of mind with personal eloquence.

A walk through a wild, neglected inheritance.
Changing a learned, superior mentality.
Exploring a daily trail of naturalistic intelligence.
Peace of mind with personal eloquence.



©️ Written by John Yeo All rights reserved

Felbrigg Hall – Woodland Walk

Posthumous poem 23rd October 2025

POSTHUMOUS POEM

A curtain of green

POSTHUMOUS POEM

by John Yeo

As  you make your way through a curtain of green.
Through the leafy doorway at a woody edge.
You enter a world that is never yet foreseen.

A soft heaviness betrays the end of a dream
That was always there as a right or a privilege
As you make your way through a curtain of green.

Peace and understanding, with thought serene
Goals and promises without the need to pledge
You enter a world that is never yet foreseen.

Darkness outshines this world’s glossy sheen
As troubles dissolve peace is the ultimate pledge
As you make your way through a curtain of green.

Curious thoughts with mysteries as yet unseen
Blur into oblivion leaving nothing but a faded edge
You enter a world that is never yet foreseen.

Merged with the air and this world’s thought-stream
Consciousness departs as llfe becomes a fleeting dream
As you make your way through a curtain of green.
You enter a world that is never yet foreseen.

©️ Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved

Blood Sport

I resurrected the following poem of mine and turned it into a prose-poem.

SPORT 

by John Yeo

 Freedom to do as one likes is a hard-won state of mind: the freedom to enjoy life with the diversification that is sport.

 Support the team, follow the trials of athletics.

  Sportsmen and sportswomen display incredible feats of sporting prowess.

  Many levels of entertainment come under the title of sport.

Kestrel

BLOOD SPORT

by John Yeo 

  A beautiful creature is torn to pieces by a pack of snarling dogs. Such is the fate of some beautiful stags.

‘All in the name of sport, you know.’

  Then there are pheasants. A male bird has a colourful plumage that can only be described as magnificent. Sadly, they are shot in their millions.

‘All in the name of sport, you know. No harm done; they are bred to be shot.’

  Wild ducks are killed by the sporting hunters: killed for food and pleasure, for the exhilarating thrill of the hunt.

‘All in the name of sport, you know; culling is essential sometimes.’

  The fox can be a nuisance, randomly killing for the sake of it, leaving dead carcasses all over the place.

Traditionally, fox hunters wear a smart red outfit, mount splendid horses, and follow the hounds.

They are revelling in bloodshed as a fox is torn to pieces.

‘All in the name of sport, you know. No harm done; their death is all part of the fun. The hunt is an established tradition.’

Copyright ©️ Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved 

Copyright ©️ photos by John Yeo, All rights reserved 

Wild Walk – Sunday 19th October 2025

Robin redbreast

Window View

   The view from the window was wonderful today.
I watched a pair of Collared Doves exploring the grass beneath the bird feeders. A Coal Tit was flitting about in our Photinia shrub and a Blue Tit was flying to the feeders and carrying off a single seed.

Our resident wood pigeon

  Our resident Wood Pigeon was enjoying a splash in the birdbath. A Robin was perched on the dividing fence between our garden and our next door neighbour’s garden.
Later, the pair of Collared Doves returned and were hopping around under the feeders.
Three Goldfinches were feeding until one took a drink from the birdbath and they flew away.

Goldfinches

Wild Walk

The sky was cloudy and grey, threatening rain when I left the house to begin my daily walk. Indeed, almost as soon as I left the house, I could hear and feel the raindrops pattering on my waterproof jacket.     

 Fortunately, I had brought an umbrella, as light rain showers were forecast for this area.

  A wood pigeon, like a sentinel, was perched on a nearby rooftop as I walked towards the grassy area in Foxglove Lane.

Wood pigeons sharing a bath

  I made my way around the perimeter of the recreation ground to the entrance leading to the cemetery gates. Several wood pigeons and a blackbird flew up from the corner of the cemetery when I entered.

   The light shower of rain began to get heavier, and I raised the umbrella.

  I couldn’t resist taking a photograph of a magnificent crab apple tree covered with red, succulent fruit—fruit that’s almost inedible except for making crab apple jelly or jam.

As I walked towards the leisure centre I watched a large gull gliding high in the sky over the golf course.

 I passed a man walking a black labrador along the path by the five-a-side football pitch.

Today I walked for 1.64 miles in 33 minutes

Google Fit awarded me 22 heart points..

Wild Walk Saturday 18th October 2025

The sky was cloudy and grey with a light breeze when I started out on my daily walk today. I followed my normal route. When I reached Cowslip Lane, a wood pigeon burst out of a round holly bush. This bush is an excellent example of amateur topiary; it really does look good when it’s been trimmed and shaped.
  There are two silver birch trees growing at the end of Foxglove Lane, and the leaves on one of them have turned noticeably more yellow than the other.
  I climbed the steep bank into the recreation ground. This grassy bank is covered with alexander plants when they are in season. All that remained were some woody, brown stalks, now dead and brittle, scattered across the bank.

Blackbird


  A lone corvid was feeding on the cricket pitch grass as I circled the recreation ground’s perimeter—possibly a crow.
  My friendly pitbull terrier was patrolling his garden when I walked by. I think he must have got used to me passing by now.
  I entered the black-painted, iron gate to the cemetery and began to walk around the cemetery pathways.
  I noticed a man lingering under the rookery trees on the cemetery side of the fence. His gaze fixed on the garden, I guess he was a nature enthusiast, although there weren’t any rooks visible in the trees today.

Wood pigeon


  I left the cemetery and walked along the cemetery road. On my way, I met a young lady walking two dogs on leads. I recognised one as a whippet; the other was a strangely marked dog that was chocolate-coloured, with a patchy white underbelly and patchy white legs. When I asked her what breeds they were, she said one was part whippet and the other was a German short-haired pointer.
  I proceeded along Weybourne Road before turning onto the leisure centre road.    When I reached the recreation ground, I noticed about six rooks on the cricket pitch and another ten rooks on the town football club pitch.
  Two crows were hopping around on the grassy area in Foxglove Lane.
Today I walked for 1.8 miles in 38 minutes.
Google Fit awarded me 21 heart points.

Rook
View from the cemetery

Wild Walk 16th October 2025

Wild white-topped waves

  It was a cloudy day with a mild temperature as I began my daily walk.

   I started my walk around the Potters resort activities field. I avoided a clump of fungi in the centre of the leaf-strewn pathway.

  Many late autumn wild flowers were in bloom in the long grass at the side of the pathway. I photographed some yellow ragwort flowers growing alongside white yarrow and purple clover. Dazzling yellow dandelion-like plants were growing everywhere in the grass. A blackbird swiftly flew into a nearby shrub as I walked past. Two wood pigeons were feeding on the grass in the centre of the field.

  I turned and followed the footpath alongside a local farmer’s field. A large herring gull was flying around high in the sky. I stopped to photograph some impressive teasel plants growing alongside a cluster of chamomile daisies.

  I followed the pathway to the clifftop on the way to Corton, where I took some excellent photographs of the wild, white-topped waves crashing into the rocks on the sandy shore.

Another large, restless, herring gull drifted overhead, obviously patrolling the area searching for food or territorial intruders.

  I photographed a clump of bird’s-foot trefoil. I was surprised to see this, as I have noted these growing in the part of Norfolk I live, all through spring and summer.

Today I walked for 2.56 miles in 56 minutes.
Google Fit awarded me 28 heart points.

Wild Walk 13th October 2025

The sky was cloudy, with a persistent fine rain, when I began my daily walk across the  golf course, towards the seafront.

Several large gulls were riding the wind currents, and I heard a vociferous crow protesting in a nearby treetop. I disturbed a small bird when I walked by some shrubs growing at the edge of the golf course, and a blackbird flew away with its typical alarm cry.

I photographed several wild flowers growing in the grass along the way. I photographed three colourful flowers, which Google Lens later identified as common mouse-ear, hedge-mustard, and hawk’s-beard.

Continuing to the clifftop, I was delighted to see a peregrine falcon hunting above the rocky coastline. I snapped off a few quick photographs as the hawk slowly glided along the shore, hovering above the bank leading down to the rocks. A large gull appeared and aggressively flew directly at the falcon, sending it flying away at speed.

I continued along the seafront and took some photographs of the relentless white-topped waves pounding the shore. I photographed a SeaCat boat speeding by, leaving a streaking white wake across the waves.

I made my way along a small, narrow pathway flanked by dense shrubs. On the corner, I took a great photograph of several house sparrows settled atop a large clump of bramble bushes. Several wood pigeons were perched on the trees and shrubs on both sides of the path. I photographed several species of wild flowers including snowberry, pyracantha, and evening primrose.

​As I made my way back across the golf course, six large gulls flew along the shoreline in a group, and several corvids were pecking around on the grass.

Taking a break 🤔

 

  I took a breather from the gardening chores and sat in one of our garden seats to watch the world around me.

  I noticed our resident wood pigeon perched on our television aerial, preening its feathers and keeping watch for any rival intruders.

  I had scattered a few crumbs of stale bread on the lawn beneath our bird feeders. A wary, solitary gull circled the garden several times before plucking up the courage to swoop down and feed on the crumbs. To my surprise, I noticed this gull was balancing and hopping around on one leg. I doubted it was actually one-legged, as I had read that sometimes gulls tuck one leg beneath their body. When this interesting gull had taken its fill, it promptly flew up to the rooftop and continued to balance on the same leg. Another gull arrived and perched nearby on two legs; my one-legged friend hopped along the roof a short distance away.

  Meanwhile, a robin arrived and perched on the adjoining fence; he was almost immediately joined by a juvenile robin who kept a safe distance.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise as a third seagull flew into the garden and aggressively attacked the gulls on the roof.

At this point, I continued with my chores.

Wild Walk Friday 10th October 2025

Felbrigg Hall

Woodland walk

It was a beautiful, warm, sunny afternoon and Margaret and I decided to visit Felbrigg Hall, a nearby National Trust property. I left Margaret in the Butler’s Pantry enjoying a cup of tea and started off on a woodland walk. 

  As I started out, a man arrived walking a striking grey and white, rough-coated dog. The nearest identification I could find on Google Lens was a wire-haired pointer.
Many different varieties of dogs were out today, far too numerous for me to identify individually here.

  Alongside the pathway, there was a small farm with a few cows and some sheep in a field fringed with some large trees, mainly oaks and a few sweet chestnut trees.

I walked along a beautiful pathway through some large, impressive trees: horse chestnuts, oaks, beeches, and sweet chestnuts. The sweet chestnut trees were full of chestnuts, the nuts inside bursting out of the green, prickly husks. Many corvids, mainly jackdaws and rooks, were foraging under the trees on this huge windfall of food.

I continued along the track and met a lady with a golden labrador, which began to bark loudly. The lady said I had unwittingly wandered onto some private land. I apologised and turned back along the track. I returned to the main pathway and photographed some of the wonderful early autumn trees along the way back to rejoin Margaret in the Butler’s Pantry.