Today’s picture, kindly sent to me by Keith (Tuckamoredew) from Canada, shows that they have trees amply covered in fungus there too.
We had more of the cold, windy, grey weather that has been our normal fare for some time now. When I got up, the walnut tree was full of jackdaws adding to the gloom of the scene.
Once again, Dropscone was hardy enough to go for a morning pedal but yesterday’s chilly ride and been enough for a me so I gave it a miss today. He added to his merit by carting a bag of scones round with him in his knapsack and we enjoyed them with a cup of coffee. While I was waiting for the scones to arrive, a robin kept me company.
The morning was punctuated by flurries of very lightweight snow and I was happy to spend a lot of time staring out of the window rather than doing anything useful. The theme for today was wings. Whenever I looked out, there seemed to be chaffinches and/or bramblings extending their wings.
If wings are not your thing, look away now because there are too many pictures of them here.
The parade of wings was interrupted by the intrusion of a predatory cat, handsome but unwelcome.
It soon resumed again.
I have put this large number of similar pictures in just for the record to show how desperate the birds are for seeds in the present long spell of cold weather. The flowering currant below was fully out on the same day last year. What a difference.
I had to go to the dentist for a check but fortunately had no work to be done thanks to sound work with the toothbrush (or good luck).
After lunch, the sun made an occasional appearance among the snow flakes and we were able to to some gardening. Mrs Tootlepedal went off to get some more manure and spread it where it would be productive and I sieved a couple of barrowfuls of compost ready for her to use when needed. I also finished top dressing the half of the front lawn that I have spiked and even got the light mower out to trim a new bit of lawn, more to cut off intrusive bulbs than any straggly bits of grass that might have poked their heads up. Still, it was lawn care so my day was all the better for a bit of that.
It was still very chilly and I soon retired indoors again and did some overdue work at the computer to warm up.
The next time that I looked out of the window, the flying birds had finished their business and a sole fluffy chaffinch was the only bird in sight.
In the evening, I took Susan to Carlisle where we enjoyed ourselves playing with the recorder group. By and large we played pieces that we could cope with but Roy, our librarian, brought out a couple that taxed us beyond our limits. I always think that it is a bad sign when you are puffing away and the music is so dense and complicated that you can’t tell whether you are lost or not. On the other hand we played one or two of the pieces well and got extra enjoyment from that.
You will not be surprised to discover that the flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.