Today’s guest picture shows a row of gulls wondering whether it really is warm enough to swim in December. My sister Mary saw them on a sunny evening in Regent’s Park.
There was no delightful light here at any time today, though to be fair the sun did come out for ten minutes during the morning. Unfortunately it didn’t stop raining while the sun was out so apart from a bit of rainbow…
…there was no great benefit from it.
I had the pleasure of Dropscone’s company (and his scones) for coffee but otherwise it was a bleak day of more or less incessant rain.
There was no chance to escape from the rain by car as we had to wait in for the delivery of a parcel. We are not having much luck with parcels lately as like the last one we waited in for, this one was not delivered either. An email to the delivery company revealed that the driver had failed to put it in the van. They were sorry for our inconvenience. That was good to know.
It will now be delivered tomorrow, they say but we will believe that when we see the parcel.
Birds were few and far between again today and this might be explained in part by a shout from the
eagle hawk eyed Mrs Tootlepedal to look at the plum tree.
I saw a sparrow hawk.
The sparrow hawk looked back….
…and saw me.
We waved and went our separate ways.
The day passed very quietly.
In the evening, I went to Carlisle with Susan for the first meeting in 2016 of our recorder group and it was good to start playing again.
When we drove home, it wasn’t raining. We were mildly amazed by this.
The flying bird of the day was a chaffinch in a wetter part of the morning.