Three and a half hours today. Warm with occasional sunshine.
We ventured halfway down the field today. When I headed back Sylph and Mow followed. Some of the Jackdaws are back and so is the partner of the Magpie the cat killed. I haven't seen the wagtails, or the Whitethroat that I think lives in the bottom hedgerow. A pair of doves turned up. I'm not fond of them or the pigeons so I didn't miss them.
The courgettes are getting out of hand again.
This year at least some of us are collecting fruit from the fruit trees. The time gap between ripe and bug ridden is pretty small. We got around twenty plums from one young tree. The pears are mostly bug ridden. Might get one good one in eight.

if we get even a couple of the younger fruit trees shaped up a bit this winter, putting a bug cloth over them shouldn't be too difficult. Some trees. while better after this years pruning (we had someone from the RHS show us how do it) the older trees are in better shape but need more work doing before they are covering them is practical.
A few members have obviously given up on their plots for the year. This year, to keep stuff healthy one really needed to go to the field every day. Normally, or what was normal, a couple of visits during a week was enough; a bit of weeding and watering and stuff grew. I have an advantage in being there every day, while a couple more have been regular enough to keep most of what they planted suitable for cropping. I was trying to explain to someone today that while the cabbages on one plot have grown big, the hearts have cabbage white and of course, having got that big the outer leaves will be as tough as leather.
Sylph and Mow have done very little crop damage this year. They did munch a few leaves of beetroot which was a bit of a surprise because last year they left mine alone mostly.
Mow and Sylph are still more nervous than is good for them.
Sylph has versatile tail feathers, Sometimes they're in a Marans style bunch and sometimes they're in sort of fan.
I like this picture. I took it blind through the pop door.