Daily Nature Log 11th January 2026

 

Rooks around the rookery

  When I left the house, the powerful wind was cutting through the woollen scarf I was wearing, freezing my earlobes. The current temperature here is 4°C, but the wind chill makes it feel like -2°C. I carried an umbrella, as there was a 90% chance of rain here today.
  I walked along Foxy Lane, where the strong wind was whistling through the evergreen pine trees. The fronds of the longer grass underneath the trees were being swept over by the force of the gusty wind. I entered the recreation ground and quickly began to walk along the outskirts. A solitary crow flew up over the hedge, complaining loudly with a guttural, rasping croak when I drew near.
  I left the recreation ground and began walking around the cemetery pathways. A single wood pigeon was perched in the centre of a leafless tree growing in the hedgerow adjoining the playing field. I couldn’t help thinking how invisible this bird would be when the foliage is on the trees. I noticed the red crab-apple-type fruit on a couple of the trees had almost disappeared—obviously the work of hungry birds during the recent snowy days.
  I admired the early snowdrops as I left the cemetery and began to walk along the road past the allotment site. A male blackbird was turning the fallen leaves over on the borders, searching for food. A sparrow speedily flew across the road and the blackbird disappeared under a shrub.
  The cold, powerful wind was blowing strongly as I walked past the leisure centre and the cricket pavilion. I passed a man walking a black Labrador as I walked towards Foxy Lane.
  I noticed a medium-sized Camellia shrub growing in a garden, full of strong flower buds ready to burst into flower when spring arrives. The garden next door was somewhat uncared for, and I was not surprised to notice a few tiny common daisies in flower. There was also a fine specimen of ling growing out of control in a corner.
Today I walked for 1.5 miles in 30 minutes.
Google Fit awarded me 25 heart points.

Sunset

Making the Most of a Monsoon: Our Rainy Day Brain Workout.

  I find it incredible how hard it can be to use a valuable period of free time. Today, it has been raining practically non-stop. I have several online books to read and finish. I read a couple of chapters of one book, then moved on to playing a few games of bridge against a robot player.
I then decided to catch up on a couple of online games of chess.
I am now spending time writing, with some welcome sociable interjections from Margaret, who has just completed her regular daily selection of online word games and puzzles.
All this is certainly going a long way to keep both our brains active and keep mental deterioration, such as dementia, at bay.
  Rather than allowing the dreary weather to slow us down, we decided to tackle a roster of mental tasks designed to keep us sharp and active, making the most of every unexpected hour!



Spring Flowers


BLOG POST Thursday 20th April 2023

  Hi to all my readers and followers. It’s been a long time since I have managed to post anything on this blog due to unforeseen circumstances piling up. For those followers who don’t know and for anyone who happens to stumble across this blog, my name is John. I’m retired and consequently my pride and joy and my main interest is my garden. Springtime is almost over but I thought it may be interesting to discuss the amazing array of spring flowers that have bloomed and continue to bloom in the garden.

  The first flowers to appear in my garden are the pearl drop petals of the  snowdrops 

Snowdrops are incredibly hardy and easy to grow. They spread like wildfire and they’re incredibly easy to divide and transplant but they should be transplanted in the green after the flowers have died.

Next to arrive are the primroses and crocuses, both colourful little gems that brighten up the borders enormously.

Swiftly following the pansies and then the hosts of golden daffodils that certainly trumpet the arrival of spring. Both of these varieties of spring flowers spread rapidly and are incredibly easy to take care of. They do welcome some extra nourishment in the form of plant food to get a longer flowering season.

We are now in the middle of April and my garden has some spectacular tulips and the welcome arrival of some yellow wallflowers. Anemones and forget-me-nots are also flowering profusely.

Possibly the jewel in the crown of my spring garden at present is a beautiful scarlet potted azalea.

I intend to continue sharing some interesting posts on this blog in future so please come back soon and check things out.

contact email address…. johnyeo55@btinternet.com

ROOTS

ROOTS 

by John Yeo

Henry was a man of stubborn independent views

Absolutely self assured with single-minded opacity 

If encouraged to uncover the past he would refuse.

~

He was the product of wartime upheaval and blues

He grew hard and self sufficient with harsh pugnacity

Henry was a man of stubborn independent views.

~

After the ceasefire a marital breakdown would infuse

The facts of his history would be cloaked in mendacity 

If encouraged to uncover the past he would refuse.

~

Educated in an orphanage without facts to confuse

Without means to uncover his descendants veracity

Henry was a man of stubborn independent views.

~

People often prompted Henry who resisted the cues 

To uncover his heritage would require fabled tenacity 

If encouraged to uncover the past he would refuse.

~

After a happy successful life in his contented shoes 

He faced the future with ingrained perspicacity, 

Henry was a man of stubborn independent views

If encouraged to uncover the past he would refuse.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 

Hereditary roots are important to some, as they frantically haunt online heritage sites avidly searching for people with the slightest tenuous link to a version of their family name. Seeking perhaps, long lost connections to the aristocratic families of the distant past. An obvious linkage to a wealthy forgotten branch of their family with the chances of a long lost inheritance. 

 Personally I prefer to forget the past and let sleeping dogs remain fast asleep in the pages of tenuous rumour and mystery. I certainly understand the view and outlook of my imaginary friend Henry in this poem.

LATE SPRING 

FRIDAY 14th MAY 2021 ~ BLOG POST

LATE SPRING 

  My photograph shows some of the remaining blooms on our Camelia shrub in the foreground. This has been a wonderful year for this shrub, with a dazzling, continuous array of beautiful blooms. It is unusual to see blooms remaining on the branches at this time of the year. In the background, looking exquisite, is one of our two Tree Peony shrubs. These are in flower a little later than usual but happily just as brilliant and luxurious as ever. Fronted by some Forget-me-nots and  bright yellow Wallflowers.

 I was busy mowing our lawn this afternoon and I was privileged to have this chirpy little Robin as a companion.

© Written by John Yeo 

AUSTRALIAN RAINFOREST BIRDS

SUNDAY 9th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION 

This is a writing prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ Landscape
When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?

Rainbow Lorikeets 

AUSTRALIAN RAINFOREST BIRDS

by John Yeo

  I always look beyond the fringe of trees at the edge of the forest and imagine the birdlife living and existing within. Some of my favourite early morning walks within a forest have been during our visits to our family in Australia. I would take a small video camera and wander around the trails, overawed with the colourful variety of the native bird life.

My walk in the forest this morning was interesting and rewarding. My first encounter was with one of my old friends, a Brush Turkey.

I came across this turkey walking straight towards me along the track, I got a wonderful close-up photograph of him, until he saw me and ran off into the forest. Then as I got to a bridge over a little brook near the main road, I spotted an Ibis and an unusual Heron type wading bird fishing in the brook beneath the bridge at the same time.

   

I took a good photo of the wader and I should be able to research and identify this bird later.   Easily the highlight of my walk came next, when there was a chorus of very loud screeching from a flock of five or six Sulphur Crested Cockatoos that landed on some tall Eucalyptus and Paperbark Tea trees high above where I was standing.

I was able to stand and get some very good pictures of this wonderful sight. A sight that will live in my memory and I will relive over and over again when we get back home to England, through these photographs. The panorama of bird life on display today was not complete even then, as I encountered a pair of Kookaburras high up in the tree canopy and I got some very good photographs of the pair of them together. 

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

SUCCESS

SATURDAY 8th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a writing prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ Success
Tell us about a time where everything you’d hoped would happen actually did.

IF ONLY I’D REMEMBERED……..

by John Yeo

Work has been stressful without a break

I’ll feel better when I get home.

The flight was late, I had a horrendous wait,

It’ll be good to surprise the family.

It’s been a hard week but I’m early.

My wife will be delighted

When she knows I’ve been successful.

I’ll be taking her out to dinner tonight.

~

The taxi pulled up behind a posh new car.

There’s another one parked in the drive.

My children must have some visitors.

Two brand new matching luxury cars.

~

Mary, my wife rushed out of the house.

‘Welcome home! Our luck finally changed!

Isn’t the windfall exciting?

Thirteen million pounds is a massive amount..

I knew our numbers would come up in the end!

Come inside, relax, put your feet up,

Your work is now a thing of the past.

We have many plans to make.

I have rung the family, everyone knows.

We’re having a party.to celebrate.’

~

My face must have mirrored my confusion 

When my wife grinned and continued.

‘Don’t tell me you’ve been so busy

You haven’t heard the news.

Our regular lottery numbers have won,

We are now multi-millionaires.

We just need the ticket to prove it.’

~

My face went white in shocked surprise.

Reality took seconds to surface.

Thirteen million pounds; a huge,amount

That sadly we can never claim.

I certainly would have celebrated,

If only I’d remembered to buy the ticket.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

SUCCESS 

 I wrote the above poem in a way that illustrates the dangers of spending money that hasn’t actually arrived. The elation at the success of winning could lead to some unfortunate decisions. The unfortunate person who forgot to invest in the winning ticket is obviously in dire straits with the family.

 Yet although I’m sure winning a massive amount of money would be welcome, I can’t help thinking this sort of success can often be something of a double-edged sword.

 Success will always be a difficult concept to recognise and to write about. Anyone’s first thoughts about suddenly winning 13 million pounds on the lottery, would obviously be extreme delight and excitement. However on reflection a massive sum such as this carries many hidden disadvantages, not the least being the sudden, certain, changes of lifestyle. 

 Obviously the members of the family would be the most uncomplicated beneficiaries. The mere fact of the initial delight of receiving what would be a reasonable sum would certainly lead to an easing of life’s pressures. Then, human nature, being as egotistical as it certainly is, would throw up all manner of complicated psychological reasons on the way the spreading of the winners good fortune could have been done differently.

 The main problems would surely arrive, with the certain lifestyle changes for the winners that would arrive the minute the cheque is cashed and the money becomes available. The sheer danger of the ability to indulge in everything in excess would be incredibly stressful. 

 However the positive aspects of a large win would certainly outweigh the negative aspects. All I can say is keep buying the ticket, as you can’t win without the investment of the entrance fee.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

THE TIDE OF TIME

TUESDAY 4th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION 

This is a response to a prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT TIDE 

THE TIDE OF TIME

by  John Yeo

  The tide of life had flowed for quite a number of years before this particular birthday arrived. The circumstances were definitely weighted against it being an overwhelming experience. We were still securely locked-down, sheltering from the dangers of catching the dreaded Covid virus. Most restaurants were closed to diners eating-in and holidays were certainly out of the question due to worldwide restrictions on entry to most ports of call around the world. In the past we have been able to book a short term break in our favourite little bolt hole here in the U.K., not far from home, where we were able to celebrate with  catering provided and some entertainment.

 Firstly, I had to solve the problem of purchasing a greeting card without exposing myself to the possibility of contracting this abominable virus. I decided to buy an online card and I proceeded to put together a great card using a couple of photographs together with one of my poems. Whilst I was on this useful site, I discovered that the firm also delivers flowers and I added a bunch of thirty stems of beautiful roses. I then postponed this delivery until three days before the upcoming birthday.

  The card and the flowers arrived on the prearranged day and the flowers were spectacularly beautiful. These were placed into a couple of vases straight away and the card was checked and prematurely displayed.

 I had dreamed up several ideas for the actual birthday celebration. I put together an online greeting card and displayed it on both of our timelines on social media in the early hours., I woke early and served tea and toasted homemade bread to the birthday celebrant while I was tunelessly singing, ‘Happy Birthday to You,’ Several early birthday cards had arrived and these were quickly opened to the accompaniment of surprise and murmurs of appreciation.

 I planned to order a delivery of an Indian/Asian meal and we had a lot of fun choosing our selection of dishes from the online menu of our local restaurant and we plan to indulge in a slap up meal this evening.

 The final strand to this unusual birthday present will be a shopping voucher or cash to be spent in the near future when the pandemic restrictions are removed.

© Written by John Yeo

TOAST

MONDAY 3rd MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ BLOG POST

This is a response to a prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ The little things
Describe a little thing — one of the things you love that defines your world but is often overlooked.

TOAST

  It’s the early morning slice of toast that springs to mind first, when I consider the little things that would certainly be overlooked in any analysis of my early morning world. I’m always awake early and I make my way to our kitchen to prepare the early morning tea for both of us. I open the fridge door and select a slice of bread, preferably Margaret’s home-baked, although a slice of supermarket sunflower and pumpkin bread is an acceptable alternative.

I place the bread in the toaster, which is set for a light toasting cycle, meanwhile, I switch the kettle on, in preparation to make the tea.

  My slice of toast pops up in the toaster and I remove it and place it onto a small side plate. I liberally coat the bread with olive spread, which immediately begins to melt into the hot bread. Then I add a small amount of marmite; yes! Marmite, the spread which apparently is universally loved or hated by everyone. The category I fall into is obvious. I then cut the slice of bread into four squares and I pop one piece into my mouth immediately. I never chew the bread, I allow it to soften and literally melt into my mouth. I savour the flavour of the strong taste of marmite mingling with the taste of the spread and the flour that makes up the bread. The homemade flour is exceptionally tasty. In the meantime I prepare the tea, at the same time slowly inserting a second square of heavenly marmite-flavoured toast into my mouth. When this has been successfully savoured and consumed I repeat the process until I’ve consumed my morning slice of paradise. 

  The hardest thing is to resist placing a second slice in the toaster and repeating the process all over again.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

ABRUPT DEPARTURE 

SUNDAY 2nd MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ BLOG POST 

This is a response to a prompt on The Last Post on WordPress

PROMPT ~ ABRUPT 

ABRUPT DEPARTURE 

by John Yeo

  We had been invited to tea at the vicarage, the vicar was new to our parish. We were keen to get to know him and to make a good impression. Matilda and I had been warned to expect something of a third degree interrogation as he was keen to familiarize himself with everyone and everything connected to his new duties.
  We arrived at the vicarage, slightly early for our appointment, the pathway leading to the front door was untidy and somewhat overgrown with weeds and uncultivated. Matilda was dressed in her nicest clothes, to make a good initial Impression, and she clicked her tongue with an audible tut-tut. She was wearing a pair of brilliant white gloves that were far  too nice to spoil by pushing a grubby bell push. I politely stepped up and ignoring the bell, I gave the grubby door-knocker a comprehensive bang.
  After we had waited for a few minutes, a cheerful buxom lady with permed dark brown hair kept in place with a hairband, opened the door. She had a brightly coloured floral apron over a neatly tailored two piece suit.
  ‘Ah! You must be Mr. and Mrs. Smithers. Come in; I’m Constance, my husband is expecting you.’

  ‘Yes! That’s us, call us Roger and Matilda please.’

We were shown into a comfortable book-lined study complete with several comfortable leather chairs. Seated at a large desk smoking a decorative pipe was our new vicar. Except he looked altogether much different than the person we had envisaged. He had shoulder-length greying hair complete with a ginger-coloured, greying moustache and beard. He wore a black short-sleeved top that revealed numerous colourful tattoos on both arms. His clerical dog-collar was virtually invisible behind his thick beard.
With a cheerful, ‘Howdy-doo!’ the vicar immediately jumped out of his chair and extended his hand.

‘I’m so pleased to meet you! I’m the Reverend Randolph, please take a seat. You’ve met Constance my lady wife, no doubt she will appear in a few minutes with some tea and biscuits.’


  We were both taken aback by his unconventional appearance. I warmly shook the proffered hand although Matilda abruptly sat down on the nearest comfortable seat. I think she was in a mild state of shock. It was when he broke the news about the new order of service that finally shook her up.
  ‘We plan to get rid of the organ and establish a guitar-led musical service led by our son Randy and his gospel group.
There will be flags issued to the congregation to wave in time to the music. We will encourage much clapping and swaying to the beat of the drums.’

It was at this point we both got up and headed for the front door where we left in the most abrupt manner possible.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved