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Shieldbugs

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
I love this clunky green beast, with its clockwork waddle and slight marzipan scent. Continue reading...
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Spiders

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
25 February 2009 at 15:17
There's a spider the size of a gardening glove in my compost bin. It obviously gets a good living in there, feeding on the flies, woodlice, beetles and earwigs... Continue reading...
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Wireworms

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
There are precious few bugs about still. A small cloud of diaphanous winter gnats flutters above the shed but all else is quiet, until I pull up a small groundsel plant. Continue reading...
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Insects and snow

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
When there is snow cover, nothing moves. So I was curious to see what would be the first insect to appear as the snow melted. Continue reading...
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Hibernating wasps

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
It's so easy to disturb hibernating insects during winter tidying. The thing to remember is not to rouse them before their time, or they'll surely perish. Continue reading...
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Bug boxes

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
I've always been rather sceptical about the benefits of bug boxes, ladybird and lacewing hotels... Continue reading...
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Fox trot

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
For most of us, foxes are probably the most impressive wildlife we ever see in our gardens. Continue reading...
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Worms: It's warmer down below

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
I dug a hole in the garden on Sunday, not for any gardening purpose; the hamster had died and we were having a short funeral ceremony. Continue reading...
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Birds in winter

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
It's no surprise that Britain's smallest bird should suffer in the cold. It's all to do with body mass and surface area ratios. Continue reading...
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The grey squirrel

By Richard Jones in Wildlife
Sitting in the crook of the large, rather gangly, elder tree in a neighbour's garden, the squirrel was staring into space, bleating out its miieeeoorrrl, call over and over again. I've never heard this noise before. Continue reading...
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