Today’s picture comes from Bruce. He took a picture of his terrier and it came out like this with (honestly) no editing. I’ve heard of red eye but this is ridiculous.
Although it was very windy when we got up, it wasn’t raining and the end wall didn’t require any mopping up which was a relief. It was too windy for cycling and so Dropscone and Arthur came round for coffee and we put in a bit of work finishing off some slices of Christmas cakes as well as sampling Dropscone’s girdle scones. It’s a hard life, as they say but someone has to do it. We were joined by Mike Tinker who kindly helped us with a little cake eating.
While we were enjoying our coffee, I noticed a sparrowhawk flashing through the garden but the others were rather dismissive saying it could have been anything.
We had a good chat and when they left, the light had got good enough to make it worth looking out of the window.
I noticed that the lone brambling was back on the flat feeder.
There were greenfinches about today, both on the hanging feeders…
…and on the flat feeder.
As you can see, the chaffinches were very busy once again.
Sparrows are still very scarce. Here one shares a feeder with a goldfinch.
It was the only one which I saw all day. There were plenty of goldfinches though.
Then suddenly, the garden went quiet. Often this is because someone has walked up the road past the front gate and unsettled the birds but on this occasion, it was a visitor of a different kind. I make no excuses for showing several pictures of her (I think it is a female) as I may never get such a good chance again. She was sitting quietly in the plum tree.
Finally, she checked that I had got her good side…
..and flapped lazily away without reducing our resident flocks at all.
That made my day.
Mrs Tootlepedal came back from work soon after and although I am always pleased to see her, I was glad that she hadn’t come a moment or two sooner and discouraged the sparrowhawk from resting in the plum, tree.
After lunch, the wind dropped for a moment, and I was just thinking of going for a walk or even a pedal, when it got up again and started to rain as well. I took the hint and went to put a week of the paper into the database instead and then I practised lounging around. I am getting quite good at that.
By the time I sat down to write this page in the evening, the rain was lashing down and the wind was howling. Even so, looking at the news bulletins, we seem to have had much less bad weather than the rest of Scotland so I mustn’t complain.
I leave you with a picture of the fine Christmas present received by my son Tony’s latest dog acquisition, Tara.
That will take some chewing.