Today’s guest picture comes from my much travelled Somerset correspondent, Venetia, who has turned up in Seville and was impressed by the orderly queue she found there.
The promised better weather was a bit slow in coming today and didn’t arrive until we were leaving for Carlisle and our afternoon choir practice. I suppose that this was predictable but it was still annoying.
Mrs Tootlepedal was well enough to go off to sing in the church choir in the morning but I wasn’t feeling at my peak so I was happy enough to stay at home and make a beef stew for the slow cooker and stare out of the kitchen window while I cooked.
There was no shortage of interest. The sparrows got in first after I had filled the feeder but goldfinches soon arrived.
…and started bickering. If only they would queue in an orderly manner like the people of Seville, there would be plenty of seed for them all.
I was startled to look up and see a starling among the small birds.
One the stew was safely in the slow cooker, I went upstairs and enjoyed the luxury of a hot bath as I had been generally feeling a little chilled both yesterday and this morning.
The bath warmed me up well and when I came back down, Mrs Tootlepedal had returned from church.
Naturally she didn’t waste much time before getting out into the garden in spite of a blustery wind and a hint of drizzle. I went out to dead head some dahlias and poppies and to take a picture or two to brighten another dull day.
The nasturtiums are continuing to do well…
…and the overnight rain had not knocked everything else down.
The vegetable garden is still providing food. Mrs Tootlepedal admired her pak choi which is coming on well….
…..and picked a handsome turnip to go with the slow cooked stew in the evening.
After lunch, I had time for another look out of the kitchen window. The action had not let up.
The birds were coming in from every angle.
Although the birds always seem very accurate in their approach to the feeder as far as the naked eye is concerned, the camera catches the little adjustments they make as they come in to land.
Knowing that I was soon going to have to go to Carlisle, the light improved a bit and I took four portraits of our regular customers.
The hot bath (and a paracetamol) had worked wonders on my well being by the time we got to choir practice and I was able to sing much better than I had feared. We had two enjoyable songs to practise today which helped a lot although one bar of very unsympathetic leaps and jumps in one of the songs proved a step too far. Why a composer should decide to stick a single very tricky bar in the middle of an otherwise very singable piece is a mystery to me. Perhaps he just hates tenors.
The light of the setting sun was glorious as we drove home and this only emphasised the fact that since the clocks go back next weekend, this would be the last time for months that we will drive home from choir in daylight.
The stew was good, the turnip was delicious and to round off a day which had turned out well, Mrs Tootlepedal made a baked rice pudding to follow. Simply heaven.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch.
And so is the other flying bird of the day but it is a different bird.