The wood mouse arrived in September. At first its quiet attic tap dancing had seemed soothing, endearing even.
By winter a full blown dance troupe had... Read More...
5th runner up (out of 500) BeAnimal Autumn 2019 Writing Competition.
Nothing quite compares to the glorious smell of a badger cub.
I’m part way through a wi... Read More...
“The park keeper spotted me,” the girl says, hurtling to a stop with brakes screeching, “if he catches me one more time he'll ban me”.
She’s onl... Read More...
Today I watched as someone walked straight past a feather and didn’t pick it up. Apparently, or so my friends tell me, this happens all the time. It was a jay... Read More...
The chain ferry hauls a handful of cars across the harbour on its first tug-of-war of the morning. As the links slacken we're released onto the deserted road ... Read More...
As if reborn, the queen bumblebee emerges from hibernation. For six months she has crouched inside an earth-lined chamber, fat from her autumn binge has kept ... Read More...
