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The Holly is some amazing tree

PUT aside, for a moment, David Attenborough telling you all about the Amazonian rain forest and the canopy. Consider the humble Holly Tree. I have one of these outside my back door and have watched, for the last two weeks or so, rather an amazing bit of life – or biodiversity as they call it these days.

There’s still one red berry left from last year’s blossoming on the tree – most of those were consumed by a gang of wood pigeons dsperate for a tree nosh up while the Holly was berried up big time.

Last week the Holly started to  blossom – just a week or so before, a stack of bumble bee queens of different species were hunting a hole in which to raise their brood.

Three – nay four things happened after the blossom.  Honey bees, bumble bees and wasps started to get very interested in the blossom. The honey bees and bumble bees were there for one reason, to collect pollen. The wasps were there for one reason too, to calmly examine the blossom, stings a-ready, to paralyse any creatures they could take back to the nest to feed the grubs.

The blossom has been falling for the last two days and the berries have been forming, so the insects have done their work, by and large. But today I saw a wasp still hunting for small insects on the blossom buds, its sting a-ready. It stumbled into a very very small spider web, and I saw the very very small spider thinking that perhaps it had a catch. Both predators backed off.

I have seen larger spiders deal with much larger wasps before, many years ago. The spider easily won by spinning vast sheets of its interweb. But this time of year, the spiders ain’t fat enough to spin vast sheets.

Meanwhile, also in Oxford, here’s  a picture of an old piece of stone in memory of Prince Albert, Victoria’s consort, standing in front of an even older piece of stone, a dinosaur of some kind.  Ω

* I haven’t yet mentioned the unique North Parade/Violin Shop blackbirds yet. But I will, I will…

Prince Albert in Pitts River

The pigeon (kapota) and the Holly Tree

JUST OUTSIDE my kitchen here in Oxford is a surpassing – perhaps egregious Holly Tree.

Obviously, in Oxford, the Ivy is involved.♦

The bounty of fruits has been pretty fab in Englandland this year, and my Holly Bush provided a surfeit of er berries, surpassed by spiky holly things.

So this Wood Pigeon has been snaffling the berries for the last two or three weeks – I have no idea what the berries taste like to the daft bird.

The daft bird has been surfeiting on the Holly Berries just an arm’s length away from certain death if I was as much of a carnivore as I pretend.

But she or he has been asset stripping the berries for several weeks. And that makes me think that either the Holly spikes aren’t enough to protect from fat Wood Pigeons, or the fat Wood Pigeon is really, really stupid.