Tag: nature

  • We’re in the cage now

    Been away on a forest holiday. Beautiful lodge, all one could need, sat every day, at different times of the day watching nature close-up doing it’s thing with in an open environment!

    Apart from daily forest walks for health, exercise, well being, switch off and discovering more hidden treasures within each forest area, the rest of each day was sat, soaking up at close hand what nature had to offer.

    That got me thinking….

    When I was a kid, in the 1960’s, I remember being taken to Chester Zoo to see various animals close up that I would never have seen in real life apart from in books, magazines and on TV ( to add… the TV was only available to view in black and white screen which was ok viewing Zebras but pretty much useless getting the full colour effect on most other animals and creatures 🤣) ‘As a kid’, it was amazing to see them.

    Getting a tad older, I remember dragging the family around Knowsley Safari park and no doubt the kids thought the same as me when I was a kid. The safari park to me looking in as an adult, was a step up from the zoo, still caged but with more space to roam, and a little more freedom.

    Yet looking today at those two scenarios, the forms of entrapment doesn’t personally sit with me well at all. Yes, it enables us to see what we wouldn’t normally see on our daily routines and no doubt the care of such animals is paramount with an audience of thousands passing through each day. It is just more that these animals can’t just roam as the would in their homelands.

    And talking about ‘homelands’, our recent Covid encounter which restricted our movements for the fear of being unable to cope and to minimise the spread of the disease, due to the emptiness of some communities I read that wildlife was slowly returning to where they once lived before humans built their communities pushing away such creatures into other spaces and away from newly created buildings. Amazing to think that the creatures that called their place home could actually return there in the absence of humans!

    So, back to the holiday. I was just sat there, enjoying the peacefulness of the forest beyond the lodge boundary, listening to the birds and watching the death defying squirrel leaps and hoping that the deer would just pass by for a closer view, and it struck me that being there, contained within the lodge boundary that we humans were the ones within a cage and the wildlife having the freedom to roam and were out there viewing us as the trapped species!

    How wonderful to think that even with man’s intention that nature has the last laugh at us!

    now for a cup-of-T

  • Three wasp whammi

    I’m not really afraid of bugs, insects and stingy thingys generally, kinda goes with the territory of my gardening business coming into close/very close contact with nature each day.

    Yet, I don’t care much for wasps. (Although, total respect for them)

    I’ve been told that if they land on you and you stay still they just mooch around your body then think….nah, nothing much going on here, so they fly away quite happily!

    That is, until they get just a little bit more aggressive. Was it something I did?.. hmm, probably!

    It wasn’t my fault, just a natural reactionary reaction!

    It wasn’t even during my working day.

    Just sat there minding my own business, one wasp decide to use my nose as it’s landing pad. Did I see it coming?.. nope. It just did it in a split second. Stay still?…. Nope!…react like an out of control wind mill?…ohh yes!

    In that split second that it had landed and my brain had computed what had happened….My hand in all my arm flapping motions knocked it off my nose, luckily without causing a nose bleed (whammie 1)…. Only to instantly realise I had knocked it off onto my arm when it was hanging on, from which my windmill arms realigned, I knocked it off again (whammie 2) only then to realise it had landed on my leg. Shrieks of bad language, from me, not the wasp, had me flailing about as I knocked it off again again (whammie 3)

    Angrily, the wasp (and me by now) whizzed around zipping and darting infront of me, and to my horror, two of its waspy mates had now turned up, presumably to join in with the fun, so I did an ‘exit stage left’ moment, like a coward, and hid indoors.

    Thinking it through afterwards, maybe I should just have stayed still when it first landed on my nose, but just had a vision of it crawling up one of my nose pipes and delivering a lil stingy thingy up there!

    I don’t care much for wasps! And I certainly didn’t care for an inflated and really sore nose pipe!

    now for a cup-of-T