Our pond was getting congested with hornwort, it's grown so much this summer - I spent some time at the weekend supervising OH removing about half of it and leaving it on the side. Next day it went into the compost bin Much better now.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
It's doing well Fishy thanks. I'm going to order my pond plants in a few days, and I haven't been to get the nice gravel for top dressing yet as I've been busy with other things, but that will happen soon too. The birds have been enjoying the bathing facilities anyway!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Has anyone out there, ever been bitten by a BULLFROG ? I remember a time out in Ottawa, Canada, where I was brought up , going out into the rushes along the shoreside of the Ottawa River, at a place called, Britannia Point. Wading around , we used to find such wonderful things, grass snakes swimming along, muskrats, and then, prize of all prizes, a ginormous BULL FROG. These chaps were at least a foot long, and our child hands could barely hold them in full struggle to free themselves. They had a loud alarm call, like a sheep grunting, and when we thought they had quietened down, we'd 'play' with them, and then, once, I held my hand in front of this specimen, and it jumped forward, and latched itself over my fingers, holding on in a vice like grip ! I danced around with the frog dangling off my hand, wailing with the pain and surprise, shock and fear. I managed to disengage from Froggy, after what seemed like an eternity, and looked at my hand. There was a crimson half moon over the fingers, right over the knuckles and the bruising lasted for about a week. The purpose of this story is, never mess with a frog that wears a beret and smokes a Gitane, whilst sipping on a Cognac, playing n accordion and munching on a garlic sarnie !
The sad PS to this is, I went back to the old stomping ground last year, and found no frogs, or any wildlife there at all. It was all sanitised, paved, modernised and clean. How we bugger up our world with sterility and H & S laws. I'm tired.
What a great shame, that Elton Safety has a lot to answer for. How did we all survive back then, climbing trees whacking conkers, digging holes, eating mud pies that we proudly made.....
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
I think I need a snapping turtle to get the weeds down a bittie. It is 'ENCROACHING' in a knotweed like manner. Can one get voracious vegetarian frogs ?
Aren't hippos herbiverous?
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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Our pond was getting congested with hornwort, it's grown so much this summer - I spent some time at the weekend supervising OH removing about half of it and leaving it on the side. Next day it went into the compost bin
Much better now.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Thanks guys,you're very kind. But again, it would be nothing without you lovely people sending plants and giving encouragement
Bekkie - it may look neat now but a new brush sweeps clean as they say
Fairygirl - how's your new pond coming on?
It's doing well Fishy thanks. I'm going to order my pond plants in a few days, and I haven't been to get the nice gravel for top dressing yet as I've been busy with other things, but that will happen soon too. The birds have been enjoying the bathing facilities anyway!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Has anyone out there, ever been bitten by a BULLFROG ? I remember a time out in Ottawa, Canada, where I was brought up , going out into the rushes along the shoreside of the Ottawa River, at a place called, Britannia Point. Wading around , we used to find such wonderful things, grass snakes swimming along, muskrats, and then, prize of all prizes, a ginormous BULL FROG. These chaps were at least a foot long, and our child hands could barely hold them in full struggle to free themselves. They had a loud alarm call, like a sheep grunting, and when we thought they had quietened down, we'd 'play' with them, and then, once, I held my hand in front of this specimen, and it jumped forward, and latched itself over my fingers, holding on in a vice like grip ! I danced around with the frog dangling off my hand, wailing with the pain and surprise, shock and fear. I managed to disengage from Froggy, after what seemed like an eternity, and looked at my hand. There was a crimson half moon over the fingers, right over the knuckles and the bruising lasted for about a week. The purpose of this story is, never mess with a frog that wears a beret and smokes a Gitane, whilst sipping on a Cognac, playing n accordion and munching on a garlic sarnie !
Just goes to prove then Peat they are not vegi. I love that story!
The sad PS to this is, I went back to the old stomping ground last year, and found no frogs, or any wildlife there at all. It was all sanitised, paved, modernised and clean. How we bugger up our world with sterility and H & S laws. I'm tired.
What a great shame, that Elton Safety has a lot to answer for. How did we all survive back then, climbing trees whacking conkers, digging holes, eating mud pies that we proudly made.....
Lyn - I sometimes wonder how I ever manage to get out my door...
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Aren't hippos herbiverous?
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I wonder if this is the start of blanket weed,its very soft and floaty and has
attached itself to the floating oxygenators
My water soldiers had four babies and I have a tiny snail, some water boatmen, diving black beetles and thousands of gnat larvae.