Today’s guest picture shows a fine waterfall visited by Dropscone and family on his Skye holiday.
In spite of a forecast of rain, we had yet another dry, cool day with a brisk wind until the evening. I should have gone cycling (my neighbour Ken did 40 miles in the morning) but I was feeling lazy so I had a cup of coffee with Sandy instead
After coffee, I combined doing the crossword with some lawn mowing and compost shredding and occasionally looking at the birds.
I had yet another go or two at photographing the rosemary.
The slightly different colours reflect the fact that I tried with two different cameras.
I did some deadheading too and looked at flowers as I went round.
The chilly weather means that daffodils and tulips are still our staples but I was pleased to see a butterfly although I couldn’t get a very good picture of it. It was struggling to get enough warmth to fly.
Mrs Tootlepedal was in Attila the Gardener mode and started on giving our topiary chicken a very severe haircut after lunch so I had plenty of clippings to put through the shredder.
I had to stop though when Sandy reappeared for a prearranged outing.
We went up to the Moorland bird feeders at the Laverock Hide in the hope of seeing something interesting. We did see a couple on unusual sights. A hare ran across the clearing right in front of the hide and a goshawk made a pass up the clearing and then flew across it later on. All three of these events were good to see but unfortunately too quick for catching on camera.
One thing we couldn’t miss was the male pheasants….
…strutting around and pestering the females. Some of the females were chased about on the ground and got rather ruffled while others took to the trees to escape unwanted attention.
Of course there were plenty of small birds to see too.
After the goshawk had thoroughly cleared the clearing for the second time, we gave up and went down to the Castleholm to see if the nuthatches were at the nest by the bridge.
Two were to be seen. One arrived at the tree and flitted from branch to branch before perching and singing furiously.
It flew off and almost immediately, another nuthatch emerged from the nest hole, gave a backward glance….
…and flew off.
After a moment or two the first nuthatch returned with something in its beak…..
…which it dropped into the nest hole without entering and then it too flew off and all was quiet.
We waited for a bit and then the call of teatime became too insistent and we left.
We did see some promising bluebells on our way to the nest….
..and some fine primroses on our way back to the car.
…as well as any amount of attempted growth on the trees.
There had been a lot of waiting for some indifferent bird pictures but seeing the nuthatches and goshawk had made the outing worthwhile.
When I got home, the formerly plump chicken….
…had been reduced to this….
…by Attila but she is hoping that the end result will be a slimmer and better looking bird. Think of it as a work by Brancusi meanwhile.
A little sunshine had arrived rather late in the day and it lit up a tulip for me….
…before I went in for my tea.
In the evening, Mike and Alison came and Alison and I played music in a style which fairly accurately reflected the lack of practice opportunities for us both during the preceding week.
It is the London Marathon on Sunday and while we talking about it after playing, Mike revealed that he had run no less than seventeen marathons in his younger days. Mrs Tootlepedal and I were very impressed indeed. We knew he had run several marathons but had no idea that he had done so many, quite a few in under three hours, a very respectable speed indeed.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch about to give a siskin a hard time.