The Ash tree that forms part of my view across the valley, is like most Ash, dying. Only in part at present, but slowly succumbing to the dieback infection - that's bad. However… the partly bare branches have just recently, become a new vantage point for a hunting buzzard. He can now perch high in the tree with an all around view, thus providing us with a prime time view of this impressive raptor, from the comfort of our own home - that's good.
Overnight rain steams up from the rapidly warming grasses, and the cattle. Forming a mist in the still, early morning air, it slowly drifts uphill, in contrast to the Autumnal mists that roll down into the valleys.
Crickets, the sound of a hot Summer meadow. As the day heats up, the field takes on a continuous buzzing - the rasping sound of a thousand male crickets stridulating. Mullein, St. Johns Wort, Self Heal and Woundwort all displaying their flowers.