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Sunset after a grey day

Sinking sun sends a golden

ribbon across the muted sky,

 bids a wistful goodnight; 

Full Moon Rising

While wrapped in silver and starlight,

radiant moon rises beyond the trees,

to scatter brightness.


Dusk, that delightful time as day dwindles and night expands, all around is cloaked in mystery, shadowed and silent. A rustle of rodents, an owl’s hoot, shuffling cows in the nearby field. A dog bark and the whisper of the leaves – the rising wind and the gentle rain. Night fall…


(or be careful what you wish for!)


A rich, red light poured through the bathroom window, filtering into the bedroom. (The past few months I have felt so tired that nothing can entice me from my cosy bed – gone are the days of jumping up with the sun – but I digress). Before I arrive in the kitchen, the sky is already brightening and the colours fading…

Morning Moon

Milky moon hangs in a clear sky, swallow sits on the gutter warming himself in the first pale light. Between the pitch of the shed roof and house. small beings flit, turning and diving in the dim glow of morning. The air is alive with bats diving and rising, flitting between the rooves, looping the loop. I have never seen so many bats in the garden. Coffee in hand, I stand at the back door with Oscar, watching as the sky brightens and they mysteriously disappear from sight.

Feathered clouds -fine day

Swallows now fill the sky as this summers broods hunt for midges and other insects. Kestrel also hunts this territory, looking out for babies, unaware of danger, snatching them from the air. Or prowling the hedgerows for unfortunate shrews and voles (who seem to make no effort to conceal their whereabouts!)

Filling the garden with flowers

Remembering the first overnight stay in our freezing caravan, after a beautifully sunny day, watching the first bats emerge at sunset. Thrilled at the sight. Vying to plant a wildlife friendly garden, planting for bees, butterflies and bats. Gradually changing the half acre of grassland with fruit trees, bushes, wildlife hedges, herbs and flowers.

Sweet peas

Not too enamoured the rabbit also considered he had been invited or the fox for that matter. There are few ladybirds this year, emerging when there were no greenfly, they quickly disappeared, now everything is covered in green fly. The birds are still in the woods and no ladybirds have returned. But midges, we have midges in abundance. Bats can gobble up 3,000  midges a night, each. (West coast midges have been known to ruin holidays for unsuspecting tourists).

September - daybreakThe best times to watch bats are just after sunset or just before dawn. Having noticed the tell-tale sign of bat droppings at the roof ridge, waiting at the bathroom window, watching in the deepening gloom. Yes, there are bats two or three slip out from under the ridge! Before dawn we watch again, Oscar and I. And there are LOTS of bats, cartwheeling across the roof, passing close to the window. Just as suddenly – they have all gone, the sky is empty, as the sun finally climbs the prow of the hill. Yes, we have bats. It’s probably a nursery or summer roost, as the old beech trees are full of holes and crevices; but for now our home is their home.

One of the best places to view bats in Scotland is at Culzean Castle just a few miles down the coast. I’m quietly glad we have bats just not sure I want them in the roof space 😀

Thanks for dropping by today, be careful what you wish for!


Twilight; as day ebbs into night;

Where sound is more pronounced,

Inviting the listener to really hear.

Linger in the darkening day, 

Intentionally perceive each tiny, unseen movement,

Greet night’s unassuming guests, 

Half visible to our human eye, as

They wend their way ‘tween dusk and dawn.

There  is something wonderful, standing in the night garden, as the birds return to roost and the final birdsong drains away with the fading light. Bats flit over the trees, stand still long enough and they will dive and swoop over your upturned head. Tiny rustles indicate the voles are scrabbling in the leaf litter and the hedgehog rising from his leafy bed. Twilight is a special time to let the cares of the day slip away, unwind and let sleep wrap a warm mantle over you…

Thanks for stopping by whether it be morn or dusk, let nature soothe your path

There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.

Jo Walton

I can never tire of the sunset, no two are ever the same! As the sun travels north again, casting orange light across the old porch wall, I feel spring must surely be returning. It had been a perfect night with splendid moon and diamond scattered sky. Frost stretched over the garden as a gossamer veil, glistening in the silver light, winter garden filled with enchantment. In the wee small hours moonlight poured her pale white light through the frosted skylight, whispering “come and dance”…

But I did not feel like dancing, the world was all askew. Moon set over a platinum sea, sun rose in pink and purple hue, but the world was still askew. Sunlight flowed over the hill dressing each frosted blade in sparkling loveliness. A party of wood pigeons waddled in the leaf litter as small birds gathered in the birch. Dizzily returning to bed, sleeping till noon…

By then frost has melted, the world has stopped spinning, the chicken-coop needed cleaning. Found the blackbird eating the chicken food, the chickens eating the wild bird food. Nuthatch sharing the sunflower seeds, long-tailed tit on the fat ball, numerous finches on the seed feeders. The girls follow to the kitchen door while their food and water is replenished, scrambling inside, they brush pass Oscar to pick the crumbs, a crust entices them out again.

Dusk – rich in colour – dispels a greyer afternoon, and the world? It’s quite still after all!

Enjoy the sunrise or sunset wherever you are!

Seize the Day by Carolyn Arends – Enjoy!

5 o'clock  February

February, cold and crisp, beautiful sea and sky…


Melancholy skies break open, emptying light over land and sea.


Setting rain-sprinkled flower and leaf alive with opal-ed fire;


Dwindling day greets the darkling night;

 Owls plaintive cry replacing blackbirds clear caroling.

Night flyers cartwheel through the amber sky.

November Sunset