Mois : décembre 2016
Oliver: blasts from the past!
Rime Frost
We had another night of freezing fog. The fog was still pretty dense by the morning. Bulmer’s woodpecker was well lit though.
The happy thing about a foggy night when it is very cold is that rime frost is created. The water droplets in fog are very much smaller than rain droplets. When these tiny droplets hit an object that is below freezing, such as a branch of a tree, these droplets release their heat very rapidly. This results in them freezing at high speed and pretty much maintaining their form. These frozen droplets build up on top of each other with air gaps between, this makes them appear white. And so rime frost is formed creating a very pleasing effect upon objects.
The effect is similar to hoar frost; this is formed when the air is humid, but it is a clear freezing night. Glaze frost is created when…
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Oliver: blasts from the past the new cat
So it’s time for another one of my stories from the past! After I settled in my humans soon realised that I would like some company as I’m a very playful lil boy =D This was when they w…
Oliver: blasts from the past the new cat
Oliver: blasts from the past!
The amazing adventures of Oliver & Nubia – Oliver’s Arrival
Hi everyone, We’ve recently teamed up with a couple of cartoonist friends that will help us by drawing our two little mischievous cats! Over the coming year we will be posting many of Oliver …
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The amazing adventures of Oliver & Nubia – Oliver’s Arrival
The Tale of Tibbles: An Androgynous Kitten
Frosty Mornings
After some unseasonably mild weather, we have had a couple of frosty mornings. This always makes the garden look prettier.
It does seem that my poor apple tree has a case of coral spot. This is a fungal infection caused by the pathogen, Nectria cinnabarina. Apparently it is a sign that the poor tree is already ailing. I fear that neglect followed by amateur pruning has brought it to this sorry state.
Last night the frost rime was even thicker. The cobweb draped frosty seed head of the golden rod looked like something Miss Haversham might have in a vase.
The fallen leaves looked like the Ghosts of Autumn Past.
The holly and laurel berries were given a wintry sugar frosting.
Who doesn’t love a frosty log covered with ivy?
The rose hips were looking good too.
The orb weaving spiders always give good value in a frost, or…
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