Thin blue glass. They have been relentlessly blue, and the ground is like bleached iron after our driest spring for decades. If nature was the product of a single instant, Surrey would be a desert. But winter bequeathed spring a high water table. From that, or perhaps just dousing from morning dew, the fields remain lush.
A dandelion clock. Make a wish: for liquid to fall from the clouds. A few precious droplets did tumble on Monday morning, refreshing a magpie as it screamed fury at a familiar face.
This is the season of cubs and short nights, of carrying food to the earth. Foxes are busy with their world even while they weave through our own.
One plea on these days when outdoor recreation is on everyone’s mind: if you have a football goal in your garden, please tie up the nets securely when not in use. Every year, wildlife rescue groups have to untangle many foxes and other wild creatures from these nets and the injuries can be very nasty.
Back out in the dew, it is quiet. Fox, flora, and patient waiting for rain.
A Walk with Wildlife 
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