Monday, July 1, 2019
Baby Blackcap, and a False Alarm
The temperatures dipped by about 20 degrees yesterday, falling to a comfortable 73º F in the afternoon. It was perfect, sunny weather for a walk on the Heath with an enthusiastic Olga.
We've passed this tree a million times, but only now did I notice that it's covered with initials and dates. I didn't see any newer than 1994 -- I think, fortunately, people now know not to carve their names into trees. Many of the carvings were illegible, having been stretched and distorted by the tree's subsequent growth. But a few could still be deciphered. I wonder where H.A. and A.M. are now?
On Hampstead Heath Extension, I encountered this blackcap, fluttering through the shrubbery.
And then I saw why it was lurking nearby and giving me worried looks -- I think this is its baby. The baby can fly but it was surprisingly trusting. It let me get pretty close. I hope it wises up!
I saw this large skipper butterfly perched on some brambles. Overall I haven't seen a whole lot of butterflies yet this season -- I thought I might see some burnets at the cemetery on Saturday, because this is the right time of year for them, but nada. Maybe it was too hot. I did see two red admirals, one in our garden, and yesterday I saw some meadow browns on the Heath as well.
Anyway, it was a good walk.
We had some excitement this morning when the burglar alarm went off about 1:30 a.m. We never use the alarm but it occasionally goes off anyway, usually when there's a power outage -- and judging from all our blinking clocks, that's what happened. From the bedroom I wasn't even sure what I was hearing, but when I opened the door to the front hall it was obvious. Dave came plunging out of the room, half asleep, saying "What is going on?!" Fortunately I'd saved the code so this time we could turn it off promptly.