Today’s guest picture wings its way over from Barcelona where my eldest sister and younger brother are having a jaunt. My brother tells me that these are the museum steps.
It was fine when we got up but Dropscone and I had had a look at the weather forecast and decided to give the morning run a miss. This turned out it be a good decision as it didn’t take long for the heavens to open and we would have got very wet in a really strong wind if we had been out in the bikes.
I was just looking out of the kitchen window before the rain started, when my attention was caught by the sight of two cats at the far end of the lawn.
They were sitting quite still and looked very peaceful but it soon became clear that they were having a cat staring competition. The black one seemed to be the one most ill at ease and started moving very gingerly round the other cat.
It was literally tip toeing and moving one foot very cautiously about every twenty seconds or more.
The marmalade cat sat stock still and fixed its eyes on its opponent. The scene was both comic and deadly serious at the same time. The black cat circled right round the marmalade cat…
…still moving at a snail’s pace, until it got to the very edge of the lawn…
…leaving the marmalade cat sternly in control of the field.
At this stage, because I don’t like any bird eating cats in the garden, let alone two, I appeared at the back door and said, “Shoo.”
Interestingly, as the marmalade cat made off to the right at speed, the black cat reappeared from the left, going even faster and there was a great caterwauling as it caught the other cat up in the back border. Neither Mrs Tootlepedal or had had ever witnessed such a scene before. It is my hope that both cats will have had such a bad experience that neither will come back to eat any more of my birds. Let them eat cake, I say.
In spite of the rain…
…five siskins appeared as the morning went on…
…and claimed the feeder for themselves. Later the chaffinches got back in business.
I put on my great big waterproof boots and my great big waterproof hat and went to see how the bridge builders on Gaskell’s Walk were getting on.
They were moving two huge hardwood beams towards the crossing. The next stage involved going down a steep and slippery slope and round a corner and there was a good deal of sizing up the job going on. In spite of the cold wind, the pouring rain and the difficulty of the task, the men were in very cheerful mood. I left them to it as I didn’t want to get the camera wet and walked home, stopping only to photograph yet another plant in the park wall.
I spent a fair bit of time putting another choir song into the computer for practice purposes until Mrs Tootlepedal returned from some visits that she had been making. The rain had stopped so after lunch she suggested a quick walk to look at the bridge from the other side before the rain started again.
We walked along the road and back along Gaskells. Amazingly the hardy men had got both beams safely down the slippery slope and under the supervision of their boss, were engaged in the tricky task of sliding them across the gap.
There was quite a bit more head scratching which was not surprising because the little gorge they are crossing is remarkably deep. We left them to it and walked back the way that we had come, pausing to take two photos as we went.
We looked back across the river at the gully as we walked round Pool Corner.
We had a look round the garden when we got back and I tried to get a picture of the mass frog army that has invaded the pond.
There were a lot more than these when I first approached the pond but they sneaked under water as I crept up on them.
In the evening, we went to our local choir and had a well organised and fruitful practice. Hooray. Well done the committee for getting things in hand.
The flying bird of the day is a feeble effort in very poor light.