What I saw while I was out (a general purpose nature or whatever thread)

Ooof, that's a bit much. Yeah, bugger that although #notallwasps.

And yeah, fucking barbed wire. Was walking along a path today, totally wrecked with mud and you could totally see that people would need to reach out for support and only be able to grab onto... barbed wire. They're only protecting shitty grass, ffs!

I saw what I thought was a lapwing yesterday. I got my bins out and realised it was a blackbird, but with an almost purely but weirdly craggy white head - like it had been dipped in Artex.

I bumped into a foxhunt today. There were 3 or 4 riders with the hounds including the dickhead with the bugle. And then a bunch of laggards about a mile behind, one of which fell off their horse onto solid concrete. Country drama, innit!

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FKW0BmRXsAMpcGm?format=jpg&name=4096x4096

this was taken just before one of these arseholes was unseated onto hard road, which made my day tbh

I helped a grass snake across the road today. I must have looked mental from a distance - some bald bloke, arms stretched in a mid-air cuddle, moving across the road crab-wise. The snake was coiled up right under my nose and I didn't see it until it started moving. Must have been 3/4 of a metre long. Amazing.

A few weeks ago while out walking I saw my brother in law idly stroking a nettle. What the hell are you doing? I asked. He said they don't sting when they're in flower - it was a proper stinging nettle with the tiny dangling strings of flowers, not a red or white dead nettle. Very nervously I gave it a go, and he seemed to be right, and I tested it a couple of times on other days. Yesterday I was doing some clearing in the garden and suddenly noticed I'd been stung - by a flowering nettle. Now I don't know what to think. I haven't found any other references on the internet to this hypothesis.

There's a donkey maybe 3/4 of a mile away from me as the crow flies, on a smallholding at the edge of some disused farmland. His occasional braying comes loud and clear when it's quiet and the wind is in the right direction and I've come to think of it as a kind of Taoist chant, a reminder of the loneliness and absurdity of existence. He's a feisty wee number and comes barrelling over whenever I walk past the fence adjoining his land. I gave him a parsnip the last time I saw him and asked him to keep up the good work.