I took the ride on mower out into the field yesterday. Normally all sorts of things jump, crawl or fly out of the way in front of me, they can hear or feel the mower coming. I saw a woodland grayling perched on the top of a field scabious in front of me. It was busy and hadn't noticed me. I stopped, then eased the mower forward slowly. No reaction. I had to very gently nudge the stalk before the butterfly looked up, then flew off as fast as it could. Then I could continue mowing.
A bit further round, and a woodland grayling landed on the bonnet of the ride on. (They are common round here, so possibly not the same one). It sat there enjoying the ride for a minute or so, then flew up and perched on the steering wheel. Looked around for a bit, then flew up and perched on my thumb. Makes it hard to steer with the added weight of a butterfly on one hand. It perched there for a while, presumably drinking the sweat off my thumb

then flew away.
Getting to the end of the mowing session, and suddenly a winged shadow passed over me, went dark for a second. Julie was out in the field at the time, and after a bit of thinking and checking, she reckons it was a Northern European Goshawk went over me at about 3 metres high. Perhaps it was thinking of grabbing me out of my seat and taking me to its lair, but gave up at the last second.
We have a few molehills in the far corner of the field. I normally mow over them, which spreads the earth, and the mower wheels flatten the ground. Did the same this time, but by the time I was putting the mower away, two molehills were back again. That was a surprise, I thought it was too hot for them to come near the surface, the worms are well down.
Just another day.
Andrew.