Today’s guest picture is a famous platform which my friend Bruce spotted on a visit to the National Railway Museum in York.
In between times, the birds visited the feeder uninterrupted by the sparrowhawk.
I saw two robins within a few yards of each other…
There were plenty of flying birds to be seen….
The joiners were paying their final visit to our end rooms and they were joined by the electrician. While they worked, Mrs Tootlepdal was busy on the upstairs decoration. She ran out of some vital smoothing gunge and I was sent off to get some more. I combined this with my first transaction with my new bank. I felt very adventurous.
On my return, I saw a sign of spring. There were ducks in the dam behind the house. This is a seasonal precursor to ducklings in the dam. I have seen these ducks before and have been puzzled that they seem to have set up a ménage à trois which is most unusual.
I put another fat ball out and it attracted the jackdaws again. One of them worked out that there were other fat balls available.
You might think that warring rooks would keep the other birds away from the garden but the small birds were undeterred by the fracas and kept on coming.
I arranged to go for a walk with Sandy and with perfect timing, the heavens opened as he arrived. We wasted a little time and things brightened up so we headed for the bird hide on the grounds that if it started to rain again, we would have somewhere dry to sit.
When we got to the hide, project manager Cat was there with two other bird watchers, It turned out that I was not the only one to be felled by the winds yesterday. A freshly fallen tree was severely crimping the view out of the hide.
As soon as we got among the trees and out of the piercing wind, the walk became very much more tolerable and to make things even better, the sun came out. I had my binoculars with me as we had seen a harrier as we drove up to the hide but they were just dead weight as we didn’t see another bird.
I kept an eye out for lichens of course.
It was empty when we got there and there was a lot to watch but nothing out of the ordinary except this perching pheasant which was trying to pretend it was a blue tit.
When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal was still painting but in the end, even she had to stop. In the evening, I went to the Langholm Choir while Mrs Tootlepedal had a well deserved snooze. I not only had a good sing but managed to avoid getting on to the committee when they held an AGM after the practice. A win win situation.
The flying bird of the day was a sunlit chaffinch.