Those Autumn Leaves

Not long ago there were this many leaves on the trees.  Now there are very few.  Not so bad as the form of the trees shows better without leaves.

Both wood stoves are now running at home, so logging is on the agenda.  Today Theo and I found a decent-sized ash deposited in a cut off of the Wharfe.  We’ll be logging it next Tuesday when he’s back for his regular work experience session.

On Sunday morning (a work day for me) three chaps were busy clearing rabbits from a neighbouring farmer’s field using ferrets and purse nets.

They looked to have quite a haul of game.  These creatures were introduced as a source of food for the wealthy in warrens (some of them royal), but inevitably nature got the better of us and they ran wild, now there are lots of rabbits, and some think too many.  It’s getting to the same pass with pheasants, which look like becoming a popular garden bird (even though they were introduced from Georgia!)

I’ve been busy in the bodgery making deer and table centre pieces:

These boards and the deer are available in my shop.

Swim rabbit swim

No pictures advisory.

This morning, whilst doing my stretches on Milking Hill Bridge on the Leeds Liverpool canal, a head appeared in the water from under the bridge. Was it a mink? No! What then? No ears? … Blimey it was a rabbit. I’ve never seen a rabbit taking a morning dip before.

The canal on the built up side has steel pilings about 2 foot high, this rabbit was not going to be able to get out on that side. I dashed over and shooed it towards the field side where it would have a much better chance of getting out. It swam over a bit and then sank, came up again, swam a bit, breathed, sank, came up again, sank for a long time. Oh well, that’s life … and death.

Then the rabbit surfaced and swam towards me (eh?) I grabbed it and hauled it out of the cut. It was totally exhausted. Normally rabbits (of which there are many in the fields round here (introduced in warrens as food for the nobility, many years ago)) run away from me. This one struggled a bit to escape – right in the direction of the canal. I moved it away into the long grass and left it.

What a strange start to the day. (Wish I’d had a digital recording thingy).