63) First arrivals

A cuckoo (not my picture)

Friday the 13th and I heard our first cuckoo ............

A swallow (not my picture)

...........and the next day the swallows arrived.  Summer is on its way but the weather is still lagging behind (cool and windy here).

62) A very sad start to the day

When I looked out the window first thing this morning I saw what appeared to be a fox asleep on the lawn.  I fetched  my binoculars and very gingerly opened the window.  It looked very peaceful and fast asleep.  But there was no movement at all, it was dreadfully still and, it began to dawn on me, it was quite probably dead.

When I went out to see her (she was a beautiful little vixen with a magnificent grey brown brush) she had obviously just curled up, gone to sleep and died on our lawn.  She had been badly injured and presumably had wanted to find somewhere safe to rest.  Who knows what had happened to her.  Perhaps she had been hit by a car or perhaps she had been gored by a sanglier.  It's about now that wild boar are having their young and a mother would not take kindly to an inquisitive fox if she had piglets about.  Although we have not yet seen a wild boar around here there is plenty of evidence of  their foraging marks in the field and the woods.

It was horrible to think of this poor beautiful vixen dying of her catastrophic wounds outside our bedroom window while we slept warm and safe just a few metres away.  In a way it was good to think that she felt safe where she was, sheltered from the wind by our oversized and much despised lelandii hedge.  I wondered if foxes had a particular place where they went to die, like elephants are supposed to.  Could it be that our front lawn is just such a place.  I hope not, but in a way it would be rather wonderful if it was.

I took the little fox across the field and deep into the woods where I found a very quiet and remote sunlit glade where I laid her to rest.  A mythical little corner of the world where foxes can return to die in peace.

61) New growth

The new lettuce bed

Our new lettuce bed after just two weeks is already showing progress.............................

Rocket in the new bed

Basil

Basil seeds have been sown in pots and are just peeking through...................

Courgettes

Courgettes have come up and the next thing is a new bed to plant them out in....

...................and the later variety of daffs have now come into flower.

60) A migrant from Africa

An exotic little visitor from North Africa turned  up on good Friday.  M. Sarkozy would not be pleased.  He has been complaining loudly about too many migrants coming to France.  This is slightly worrying for us (also being migrants), but I fear it is more the North Africans he has in his sights such as our colourful little Hoopoe (Upupa Epops).  

I suspect it is just electioneering bluster on the part of the incumbent President, who would presumably like to stay in his job given the levels of unemployment at the moment.   The election is only a couple of weeks away and the far right seems to be more of a significant force in France, so a bit of xenophobia from Sarkozy is presumably just a tactic to win over votes from Marine Le Pen (daughter of Jean-Marie).  I notice that Marine Le Pen, leader of the far right party, is yet another lawyer - why are so many politicians lawyers?

We saw and heard Hoopoes last year, but they are very shy and, try as we might, we were unable to get any but the very fuzziest of photos. This one came quite close to the house, attracted I fear by my newly sown grass seed.  Wikipedia, though, says it mainly eats insects and larvae.  It has a very long and very sharp beak which  it was jabbing quite violently into the ground (perhaps it wasn't after my grass seed).  It was considered sacred in ancient Egypt, and you can see why, it is a most spectacular little creature to which, sadly, the photos do it no justice at all.

No matter what the politicians say, I think it is a very welcome addition to the la Communauté française.

59) Orchids are out.....

It's a bit early for orchids, but we noticed today several like this one have come into flower in the garden at the back of the little house.  We are hoping to better our tally of thirteen different kinds spotted last year, so counting starts here.

58) Le printemps arrive

La terrace is in use again and doors are opened to let the warmth in rather than shutting out the cold.

Tulips (curly black ones planted last September), peppers and lemon trees (the latter two grown  from pips) have been  put outside from their shelters in the basement and the kitchen.

To my amazement and delight the daffs' I planted last autumn have not only come up, but are actually in flower.

The chives in our herb garden are going berserk.......

.....and the French tarragon is sprouting again after looking very sorry for itself all through the winter.

G has been weeding the irises and they are looking very pleased about it - last year we had an amazing display, even when they were semi-overgrown.

Having been nuked by the minus 16 degree temperatures about a month ago, the forsythia is just now beginning to recover.

The lilacs are budding up nicely and, along with irises, are our most prodigious plants - I think they must both like the chalk.  We are on pretty much pure chalk and as a consequence most of our flowers are blue.

The chalk also means, though, that we have lots of wild orchids and these too are all starting to appear.  Last year on walks around the gite where we were staying we photographed thirteen different varieties.  It will be interesting to see how many we have on our own land, and I thought I might do a series of watercolours to record them.

We now have jasmine outside the front door (which we can now open, having shaved off the bottom), and are all ready for summer.......

57) Into the wild

We have been trying to work out what land, exactly , we own.  Of course, we have maps and plans and the official cadastre but it is surprisingly difficult to determine where our boundary goes behind the woods.

We even have a photograph of the hand drawn cadastre of 1821 kept in the mayor's office (above), and very little seems to have changed since then.  There are clearly defined boundaries to the south (the road), the west (the stream) and to the east (our neighbour has put little white markers), but to the north, where the wood turns into scrub and it gets very very steep there is nothing.

One person's land just runs seamlessly into another's.  It is of negligible value so presumably nobody really cares.  But curiously, oddly, and I don't know why - I do.

I decided therefore, to go off piste on our walk and climb the steep hill.  It was much steeper than I had imagined.  And much much higher. About two thirds of the way up I began to wonder if this was really such a brilliant idea for an inveterate sufferer of vertigo.  But I couldn't possibly have gone back as that would have meant I had to look down.

As I was on my own, I began to wonder what would happen if I got stuck or, even worse, injured. Christopher McCandless in  the film "Into the Wild" came to mind more than once.

The place is infested with wild animals, like this oversized fox I spotted (briefly) in our field the other day.  I assume it was a fox but, apparently, wolves too are making a comeback in France.  I've read that they are coming over the Alps from Italy.  Admittedly we are quite a long way from the Alps (about 375 miles), but you never know......... 

I battled on, putting all thoughts of dangerous carnivores to one side until, eventually, I reached the top.  Suddenly I was on a high ridge between two valleys, with stunning views in every direction. 

I still couldn't quite work out where our land began and ended,  But, without doubt, part of it included part of this ridge and now I want to build a summer house up there - on top of the world.