Today’s guest pictures are of a couple of harebells on the hill which my neighbour Liz met on one of her early morning walks recently.
The day started with a farewell as I drove Mrs Tootlepedal down to the station in Carlisle where she was going to catch a train to London on her way to visit her mother. She sent me a message later in the day to say that she had arrived safely but it was raining quite hard.
Had she stayed at home, she would have enjoyed a lovely day, cool and misty in the morning but sunny all day and warm in the evening.
On my way back from Carlisle, I bought some more bird seed to top up my supplies as the birds are eating a lot. They were still busy munching away when I got home but I was more interested in the flowers. The poppies are wonderful at the moment with new colours appearing every day.
I like the huge variety in the evolution of flowers so that you wonder what circumstances can have led to such difference.
My walk round the flowers was accompanied by a frenzied chorus of buzzing as the insects were out in force enjoying the fine weather too.
I feel that I had quite a busy morning but looking back, I can’t actually remember doing very much so maybe I have forgotten something really interesting which I did, or more likely, I didn’t do much and what’s more, I did what I did do very slowly.
I certainly spent some time being entertained by a blue tit gymnastic display…
The chaffinch is in a better position than the robin. The birds have to keep a good eye out for danger as the garden is infested with several neighbours’ cats which prey upon them. I saw a cat making off with a chaffinch in its mouth today. I once went up to a lady who was collecting money for the Cats’ Protection League and said I would give her plenty of money if she could protect me from cats. She was most offended.
A greenfinch was keeping well above ground.
My way home was slower than I would have wished, as half way along the road someone took the stuffing out of my legs and what had been two finely honed steel pistons became two sticks of spaghetti al dente so progress was slow. Still, I wasn’t worried as they have had a fair bit of use lately and were due a rest and I got home safely with time to admire the views.
Once home, I was pleased to see a goldfinch again….
The day ended with a welcome.
In the evening, I went to the first meeting of the season for our Langholm Community Choir. We have acquired a new conductor and accompanist and I think they are going to be very good. The conductor is an accomplished singer herself and has some very useful tips to pass on. In no time at all she had got all the sopranos singing top Gs with relish.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.