IT’S been a funny old year.

A LARGE and evil-looking tom cat, probably of no fixed abode, has had the house under constant observation.

THE first bog fires round here started last Monday.

A DELIGHTFUL sight in the Irish countryside, seen rarely enough these days, is that of a hare bounding along ears up at great speed, especially after being surprised by human, or canine, presence.

I came across a newt the other day in a shallow garden pond.

ONE of the great pleasures of a warm and sunny spring is seeing butterflies on the wing.

RED-NECKED phalarope sounds like a piece of abuse you might hurl at an intruder.

THERE is a noticeable change in the behaviour of the birds in my garden.

A COUPLE of weeks ago I wrote about daffodils on this page and complained I was finding it difficult to establish whether the wild daffodil was a native Irish species.