Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary who went to Margate to visit the Turner Gallery, which can be seen in the background of her shot.
I had the job of being the stand in feeder filler at the Moorland bird hide today and it was dry but chilly when I drove up to the feeding station. The roads were very icy in places so I went with great care.
I filled the feeders and sat in the hide for a while, enjoying the busy comings and goings of the residents.
The chaffinches went for the tall feeder….
…while blackbirds and siskins preferred a little shelter from possible raptors…
…and the tits went nuts.
I tried to catch one of each of the resident tit varieties. This is a great tit…
….this is a coal tit…..
…and this is a blue tit.
We get long tailed tits around the town too but I have never seen any at the Moorland feeders.
As I sat there, I noticed that it had begun to snow and since I thought that the roads were quite tricky enough already, when the snow started to come down more seriously, I upped sticks and went home.
It didn’t take long before we were back to this again…
….so I settled down to work on my computer indoors for the rest of the day.
I put a couple of parish magazines, which Sandy had formatted for me, into the Archive Group website and checked on a couple of other things while I was there.
Then I caught up on my correspondence and turned my attention to hymns. I have recently joined the church choir and since I don’t know the bass parts, I find it very awkward to put the music and words together for hymns, especially when the music is on one page and the words are on another. As a result, I am experimenting with producing my own versions with music and words as close together as is possible to see if this helps.
Outside, the workers on the dam bridge seemed to be packing up although the work is by no means complete. At one stage, a large lorry appeared and removed the container that they had been using as office and canteen.
They were very brisk an efficient and had it swung up and on the back of the truck in no time. The next time that I looked out, I caught a last glimpse of it as it went off down Henry Street at the bottom of our road.
We are interested to see what is going to happen next.
In the early evening, Peter from our camera club turned up and we spent a frustrating three quarters of an hour unavailingly trying to get one or other of my laptops to talk to his projector via an HDMI cable. There were plenty of suggested solutions available on the internet but sadly, none of them worked. Such are the joys of tech.
On a more cheerful note, we switched off the computers and went off to sing with Langholm Sings, our local community choir where Peter is one of the tenors. We are preparing for a concert with our local orchestra and as a result, we are singing a lot of songs which we know quite well. This makes for a relaxing evening.
The forecast suggests that we might get a better day after a wet start tomorrow. I hope so.
There was an almost complete absence of birds in the garden today for some unknown reason so the flying bird(s) of the day come from the Moorland feeders and are the best that I could do on a gloomy day.
There was at least one walking bird about in the garden though.
It was almost certainly a wood pigeon.