

This red squirrel at a feeding box and small sketch of tormentil should finish off my Bilberry Wood double-page spread.
Richard Bell's nature sketchbook since 1998


This red squirrel at a feeding box and small sketch of tormentil should finish off my Bilberry Wood double-page spread.

The flat colour that I like for my figures and cartoon animals doesn’t suit the straightforward natural history I’m including in the comic, so I’ve gone for gentler watercolour effect in Clip Studio Paint. As the colour is on a separate layer from the line drawing it’s easy to start again with a fresh layer to try alternatives.

Molly, a black cocker spaniel, takes a break.

‘Not a creature is stirring . . .’ in my Night Before Christmas scene but how do I imply that the mouse isn’t going to end up as a midnight snack for the cat?

I’m going for more of a cartoon look for the mouse.

Although I’d follow Beatrix Potter’s method of not adding much in the way of costume when she needed to emphasise the animal nature of her character.

We’ll be setting up the Night Before Christmas display in the Redbox Gallery on Friday and, as a break from constructing the scenery out of foamboard, I’ve moved on to the sleeping dog character.

‘No creature was stirring’, says the poem, so that’s the mood I’m going for here.

What birthday card do you get for someone who’s just passed their HGV?



A fallow stag bellows to bring his group of hinds together and soon sees off a young buck that is hanging around at the edge of the herd.
The red deer hinds have gathered in the lower corner of the park and some wander out of the wood as we approach. A group of 10 or 15 mallards have gathered under the oaks, probably browsing for acorns. Squirrels are busy, but they seem to be going for sweet chestnuts. Sadly, Sudden Oak Death has infected some trees up by Stainborough Castle and that area is currently being cleared prior to replanting.
We’re told that the resident red deer stag is called Bertie. If he’s the one with the hinds, he’s lost his antlers. He’s the one in the background in my photograph, on the far right.



The ring-tailed lemurs at Sewerby Hall were eating the green leaves from bundles of freshly-cut bamboo. One perched, sitting upright, on a log and spread its arms to soak up the sun.

The llamas were also looking relaxed. This one, sitting munching with its companions in its paddock barely opened its eyes as I drew it.

The Humboldt penguins were more active, swimming around in their pool, twisting around to preen and scratch themselves.

After a few minutes they started making their way out of the pond, heading for a spot in the sun to dry off. Amongst them, Pickle (bottom left), still in her plain grey juvenile plumage. After initial enthusiasm, parents Sigsby and Twinny had started to neglect their incubation duties so the egg was transferred to an incubator and Pickle was hand-reared by head keeper John Pickering and his wife Tracey.
New Humboldt Penguin chick arrives at Sewerby Hall and Gardens

I got the mouth working yesterday, this morning the eyes and, who knows, I might eventually get that bushy tail swishing around.


The last time we caught the fox on the trail cam was at 10.30, two nights ago, in the back garden.

Last night it didn’t show but wood pigeon, magpie and Boris, a neighbour’s cat, triggered it between six and eight this morning.

Apparently all the action was in our front garden. This morning a cluster of wood pigeon breast feathers and a pile of fox scats were all the evidence left by whatever drama took place under the rowan tree between dusk and dawn.