Guest nature column for The Blackmore Vale magazine. Follow the dated links within the post to read each column as they become available.
Can you hear the bats?
When she was young, wildlife writer Jane Adams was told ‘you can’t hear bats’ – and believed it for 30 years… But that wasn’t quite true. First published August – single spread with photos.
Homeless, poisoned, starved… and squashed
When was the last time you saw a toad in the garden? Writer Jane Adams raises the alarm call for our endearingly ugly, slug-loving splodges. First published July – double page spread with photos.
Meet the speckled bush-cricket
Climate change and pesticides mean wildlife in our gardens is disappearing – writer Jane Adams urges us to look for an oddly cute vegan who won’t dance. First published June – double-page spread with photos.
What’s happening in the blue tit nestbox?
Blue tits are on a precarious tightrope each spring. Nature writer Jane Adams shares the task ahead for ‘her’ Bonnie and Clyde. First published May.
The hairy-footed flower-bee
They might sound like a character from a Brambly Hedge book, but Mr & Mrs hairy foot are a quintessential 20s couple, says Jane Adams. First published April.
The sulphurous beauty of brimstone
How a single butterfly enhances my world – and how we can support these little angels of delight. First published March.
Eighty glistening eyes stared at me
It shocked me when I heard a loud gurgling sound as I took the bins out one night – but there was delight when I saw what it was. First published February.
Why are cheeky robins our favourite visitors?
On a chilly day, a wild friend interrupting an outdoor chat gives wildlife columnist Jane Adams pause for thought. First published January.
Have you seen those broken black lines in the sky at dusk?
In this month’s nature column, Jane Adams discovers her local corvids are having a noisy sleepover. First published December.
Experience a different walk
What would happen if we stopped watching wildlife and sensed it in other ways? In this month’s nature column, Jane Adams goes on a sensory walk at dusk. First published November