Bog Myrtle & Peat

My larsen trapping regime has forced me to visit areas of the farm which are normally too inaccessible for me to go to on a regular basis, and I’ve learnt some interesting new things over the past month. I was forced to watch a fox charge away through the rushes yesterday evening when, for the first time in a while, I didn’t have my rifle with me (that won’t happen again), and this evening I flushed a greyhen on my way out to empty a cage trap. I managed to take a very bad photograph at quite long range in terrible weather conditions which proves what I saw, but I’m now worried about its significance.

It’s a bit late to be seeing greyhens out and about, and unless I pushed her off a nest (which I doubt, because she got up a long way away), it’s quite likely that she’s not sitting. It could be that she’s a late starter and has already laid a clutch which she hasn’t gone down on yet, but while I’m pleased to see her, it also causes some concern.