Whereas today the sun was shining so warmly it had tempted out a rash brimstone butterfly, which fluttered madly around the gorse-flowers then abruptly decided it was exhausted and sat on a twig, allowing me to photograph it rather closely.
Rosie looking out for... I think probably squirrels, from the way she's looking up at them, though we had just seen a tiny baby bunny, much to her excitement.
I had meant to go back to Sheba Wood to take photos of the Strange Things that have occurred there, and today I did.
Here are some Strange Things:
A little... dragon of reeds?
I have no explanation for these. I hope they are friendly.
Nor do I understand the invocation to 'joy' or to 'just be'.
It has a wooden bird on it...? But what is the votive object within...?
This domed hut has a sort of tiny woven balcony above the stream.
This thing is I think intended for an owl, but I find it rather disturbing.
The Setting of the Oddness. The land belongs to the Duchy of Cornwall, but I am fairly sure that neither the Duke of Cornwall, aka Prince Charles, nor his minions are responsible for the outbreak of Woven Oddness.