A dyna ni. Mis arall. Blwyddyn arall. Mi roedd eleni yn benderfynol o fod yn wahanol. Mi roedd eleni wedi mynnu sylw manwl. Mi roedd eleni yn eithriad na fydd neb yn anghofio.
Ac wrth i fi glymu at y cysylltiad anhepgor sy’n ganolig i bopeth maeth (neu o leia dyna fel y dylai fod), mi benderfynais rhedeg bob dydd o’r mis hefyd. Mae rhaid sylweddoli bo fi heb rhedeg bob dydd am fis gyfan ers ysgol gynradd – a heb rhedeg o gwbwl ers tua ugain mlynedd. A nid ‘rhedeg’ yn yr un ystyr â Lowri Morgan (er ei bod hi wedi ysbrydoli’r cyfan). Ond aneli i redeg o leia milltir bob dydd.
Another month. Another year. 30 Days Wild is such a great concept. For everyone. Novices and experts alike. There’s a lot to be said that we can still exist as ‘novices’ in our relationship with nature. That’s the good and bad of evolutionary progress. In addition to finding some connection with nature, I also decided to run a little bit every day. I say ‘run’, but it’s nothing like the incredible Lowri Morgan – even though the challenge was inspired by her. I haven’t run every day for 30 Days since I was in Primary school. It’s been a quarter of a century since I ran at all.
Run at least a mile every day. Fill my lungs with oxygen. Feel the weakness in my legs. The final part takes me on an ascending public path passed Court Farm. Feel nature brush against my legs – even on rainy, wet, soggy days. Pick up some ankle bites by usurping some aggrieved insect from their secure home and transporting them to some alien land 30 0r 300 metres away.
A dyna uchafbwynt y mis falle. Nid yr eiliadau, munudau, oriau o gysylltiad pleserus ‘da fyd natur; ond y brwydro yn erbyn natur. Mi fuodd y frwydr yma yn rhan hanfodol, annatod, anhepgor o’n bywydau. Mae hynny wedi pallu erbyn hyn ac mae rhaid cwestiynu os yw hyn am y gorau? A’i dyna beth yw pwrpas Covid? Ymgais i sicrhau ein byddwn yn effro unwaith eto; yn weithgar eto. Atgof gwerth eiddilwch a breuder bywyd.
So this month was also about fighting against nature. Realising the potent and humbling power at her disposal. This fight was an intrinsic part of our lives not so long ago. I can’t help but question whether the loss of this fight is part of our current malaise. Walking into the void of retreating seas with no recognition of oncoming tsunami. Walking out of lockdown without immunity against a non-cellular virus. This non-living Covid 19 cannot reproduce without a host. It is therefore not even defined as an independent ‘organism’. This simplest of life forms can still bring a dominant species to its knees. If ever we needed a lesson . . . . .
Cerrig wedi’u ail-gylchu a hen badell bywdo moch sy’n creu gwesty newydd i bryfed erbyn hyn. Ni wedi agor y system archebu – ac mae nifer o bryfed wedi dangos diddordeb yn barod (ambell un wedi gosod blaendal!)
We have a new bug hotel in the garden and it’s getting quite a few booking enquiries (especially as a potential winter retreat). It has a number of rooms – some are on-wheat. We even has some fleas from France – they itch-hiked it all the way here. They really like the place – it’s like their own Bugingham Palace.
The cap is actually an old pig trough. Whether or not we get many guests – at least the cap is in a place where it can be appreciated and find a new life. It used to be a place where someone once hogged food, it’s now a roof with a twist in the tale.
The bench in the last picture is for human that want to rest their legs and enjoy the view. I could bore you with how I made it from recycled wood – but it’s probably time I stopped bugging you – until tomorrow!
Shwd mae’n bosib disgrifio rhywbeth sydd ddim i’w weld? Shwd mae’n bosib tynnu llun rhywbeth sydd ddim i’w weld?
Na’i fyth anghofio storm 1989 a chryfder y gwynt oedd yn gwneud hi’n amhosib i agor y drws ffrynt neu hyd yn oed i allu sefyll lan yn yr ardd wrth i do y Swyddfa Bost hedfan heibio. Enghraifft o rym a chryfder byd natur sydd ddim i’w weld yn aml yng Nhgymru.
Today I wanted to capture some of the pseudo tropical gusts that have been with us all day. But how do you do that? How do you take a picture of something that can’t be seen? Nature has such force at its disposal. Every single human on planet earth is aware of that this year. Normally, it’s segregated into different regions which may or may not feature on the news. There may or may not be a charity appeal to help that region to recover depending, of course, on where it is.
After a few different attempts that didn’t capture anything of the wind, I lay on the floor and watched our two silver birch and a whitebeam bend, yield, rebound, flex, deflect and recover. Everywhere around us, there are examples of how to survive anything that is thrown at us. The trouble is we don’t listen – and we don’t understand the language anymore. We used to, but not anymore. We still have translators we can call upon, but they’re generally involuntarily redundant. They are the soon-to-be extinct minority.
2020 being the year that it is, has allowed me to become friends with one particular tree in the garden. When I sat under this tree in April, it was full of blossom and full of bees.
Dyma loches i gynnig llonyddwch a heddwch.
And then April became May, and this is the way the formative fruit looked on the 1st June
Tair wythnos yn ddiweddarach, wrth i’r heuldro gwibio heibio, dyma’r cynnydd sy’n profi bod y tymhorau yn brwydro ac yn llwyddo. Sdim saib i sugno’r symudiad.
As the 30 Days Wild of 2020 comes to an end, I sat under the tree again. No collective thoughts worthy of typing here. Just a moment. A fleeting, passing moment. But the march towards harvest continues. This is what 3 weeks growth looks like –
Cefais fagwraeth naturiol cefn gwlad gorllewin Cymru – a dwi’n ystyried fy hun yn fychan lwcus iawn o’r herwydd. Serch i mi ddysgu parch at y byd natur – mi oedd elfen o atgasedd tuag at ambell i rywogaeth yn gyffredin iawn. Mi roedd Sgrech y Coed a phiod yn darged amlwg i ddryll dad – arferiad cyffredin i arddwyr y cyfnod. Fferet i hela cwningod a phot jam llawn dŵr i ddal picwns. Mi roedd cemegau a lladdwyr chwyn yn chwistrellu’n gyson.
Erbyn hyn, dwi’n trial parchu pob anifail – boed yn rhannu cynnyrch a ffrwyth llafur yr ardd a’u peidio! Mae croeso i bawb – a gall natur sicrhau rheolaeth o gyfundrefn ‘Gaia’.
Mae gwylanod y penwaig (larus argentatus) yn un o’r rhywogaethau sy’n derbyn yr un atgasedd heddiw.
About 3 weeks ago, we found these discarded Herring Gull shells near us. Whoppers! Our next door neighbour has nesting herring gulls on the roof much to the dismay of our other neighbours.
Personally, I think they’re a constant source of entertainment. Seeing these seagull chicks navigating their (possible) first ascent of the roof ridge with such confidence made me think of Olympic trials. The one who reached the top is in the Academy and earmarked for the West Wales regionals next month!
We also have Green woodpeckers nesting nearby and I always think the gulls and the woodpeckers are laughing at us when we try to do something in the garden. They genuinely sound as if they’re laughing. Can’t say I blame them!
English is a strange language. Very strange. In anticipating 30 Days Wild for today I found this ermine moth in daylight today:
It made me think about my bias towards daylight hours in 30 Days Wild. But that’s the fault of the name isn’t it? It’s not in the Welsh ’30 Diwrnod Gwyllt’ which covers 24 hours and separates dydd (day) from nos (night) that both form a single ‘diwrnod’ (24 hours – with no equivalent English word)
I like the Icelandic “sólarhringur” which means “sun-circle” and covers 24 hours with “dagur” meaning day. We live in sun circles.
To capture some nocturnal wildness, I recently bought a trail camera. The captured videos are better than the images, but it’s introduced me to 2 of the creatures that pass our bedroom on a very regular basis.
When Mr Badger and Mr Fox are on their rounds, I’m fast asleep. I wonder what that Ermine moth was thinking about being in the wrong half of the sólarhringur? Or is there only a right whole with no halves? It’s like a nychthemeron to me!
Heddi’, ddigwyddodd hyn. Mae’n digwydd bob blwyddyn – ond weithiau yn anhysbys mewn byd lle ni gyd tu fewn achos ‘mae rhy dwym’.
Not the best pics, but today, the local ants decided to fly. Independently and collectively, they demonstrated how to be in tune with the natural world without GPS or weather forecasts. Nests in the same locality take to the air on the same day. At the same time. How? How do they know? Please tell me!
The weather? Air Pressure? What happens if that particular year doesn’t reach that temperature or air pressure? How do they still know when to appear?
The queens mate with males from different colonies and set up a new nesting site. So timing is important. The human equivalent would be that we all stay indoors close to someone we like. We never leave the house. We then decide that we will leave the house sometime between June and September but we won’t tell anyone. We can leave the house once, for an hour. What’s the chances that there will be someone else outside at the same time? It’s bonkers!
Mae’n gyfle hefyd i greaduriaid eraill i gael gwledd o brotein. Mi roedd y gwylanod yn clochdar eu hapusrwydd i bawb glywed.
Un peth sy’n sicr. Mi fydd fory yn ddiwrnod ffein – ma’r morgrug wedi cadarnhau y darogan!
Pwy yw’r creadur bach ‘ma ar y ffenest? Pam ma’ fe ‘ma? Odyw e’n edrych ar y byd tu fas? Neu’n chwilio am loches yn y byd tu fewn? Pam dwi’n ei alw ‘fe’ yn ‘fe’? Nage ‘hi’ yw ‘hi’?
On the kitchen window is a fly. Or is it a beetle? From what I’ve discovered, it’s probably a wasp. A female wasp – with a long ovipositor for laying eggs. The length of the aforementioned ovipositor would suggest that she targets insects that are normally hidden – such as wood boring beetles. I enjoyed her company for 10 minutes before letting her out. I assumed she wanted to go out. I hope she finds what she’s looking for.
I wish I knew more about her. I don’t even know her name.
Heddiw yn gyfle i weld amryw o ffyngau mewn un lleoliad – a chyfle i werthfawroi’r arbennigwyr sy’n gwbod beth yw beth ym myd y ffwng.
Lots of different varieties of fungi on the same site near our home in Penbre. I’m definitely not a mycologist and admire the experts who know their stuff. What I do know – is that fungi aren’t classified as plants and are closer to animals than plants are. No photosynthesis. They are found all over planet earth – including on land, in the water, in the air and even inside plants or animals.
I know the name of this one though. It’s ‘Phaeolus Donaldus Trumpus’