Today’s guest picture shows a very decorative waterfall on the lake in the University of Nottingham park. My brother was there today, phone in hand.
Our weather is settling into a pattern. It is freezing, or very near it, at breakfast time and then the temperature slowly, very slowly, rises to about 4 or 5 degrees in the afternoon. At the moment it is keeping dry and the winds are light so everyone is quite cheerful.
After some rainless days, the streets have dried out and I started the day with a test cycle up to the Archive Centre on the slow bike. It was ice free so I resolved to have a pedal in the afternoon.
Meanwhile I entertained Scott, the minister and Dropscone to coffee. We had a chatty time and Dropscone was trying hard not to laugh as his ribs were still hurting after his icy spill off his bike a couple of days ago. They must have been hurting a bit more than he let on because I got a message from him in the early evening to say that he was lying on a bed in the A&E department of the Cumberland Infirmary having a collapsed lung drained.
He had not felt very well after he left us and had got an appointment at the health centre in the afternoon. As soon as the doctor saw him, she summoned an ambulance and he was whisked off.
This was a shock. He expects to be there for three days so I mean to go to visit him on Sunday when we are in Carlisle for our choir. He seemed quite perky all things considered.
I hope to get an update from his daughter Susan, my recorder playing friend, tomorrow.
Unaware of all this at the time, I peered out of the kitchen window after coffee.
A lone redpoll visited the feeder at different times today. I only see one redpoll at a time and I am still trying to work out if it is always the same bird. I can’t tell.
A chaffinch stood up to be counted.
We were visited several times by coal tits and blue tits and I captured them with varying success.
Coal tits tend to flit in and out at high speed.
At one point, I put some old crusts out for the jackdaws. They were gratefully received although this one was trying to remain anonymous.
Another one didn’t care who saw him.
I have no idea how to tell a female from a male jackdaw so I refer to the bird above as a male simply because he has his mouth so full while flying.
A rook was above this greedy behaviour.
After lunch, I got the speedy bike out and tested my theory that the roads would be ice free. They were and I had a very enjoyable ride with an occasional hint of sun. The rivers have dropped back to their normal level after a few dry days.
My phone made a good job of capturing the water as it squeezed through a narrow gap.
It was a day when I could have easily cycled further…..
…but I wanted to be home in good time in case the power company phoned me about my Langholm Archive ‘excessive bill’ complaint.
I was and they did.
A nice lady listened to my problems and sucked her teeth sagaciously. She will look into it and phone me back. I even got her to agree to ring at a fairly set time. I am not sure how this will go though as she was still anxious for me to give her some meter readings in spite of the company having sent two different meter readers to read our meters in January. I will have some meter readings handy when they call, just to keep them happy.
While I was waiting for the call, I had a stroll round the garden. There had not been enough sun to persuade anything fresh to open but the daffodils are still looking well…
…and there are plenty of buds offering promises of good things to come.
In the evening, Mike and Alison came round, having somewhat recovered from their coughs and Alison and I had a short but very enjoyable play while Mike and Mrs Tootlepedal had a restorative glass of red wine.
So, at the end of the day, I had had a tootle and a pedal and if it wasn’t for a bit of a worry about Dropscone lying on his bed of pain in hospital, it would have counted as a good day.
A horizontal chaffinch is the flying bird of the day.