Today’s guest picture puts our recent snow here into perspective. It was sent to me by Lucie from Manitoba and it shows an unwelcome late and heavy fall of snow which was making life hard for birds on her feeder.
We had another chilly day today but it didn’t rain and the sun came out for a while so we were quite pleased about that.
As Sandy is a bit poorly at the moment, I took his turn to fill the feeders at the Moorland Project feeder station. Mrs Tootlepedal came with me and while she sat in the car and scanned the skies in vain for hen harriers, I looked for smaller birds from the hide.
Mrs Tootlepedal may not have seen any raptors but she did get a good view of an impressive cloud behind Whita.
We got home in good time for a cup of coffee and a slice of walnut and banana loaf and then I did the crossword until the day had got warm enough to make for inviting cycling.
The garden birds were not as co-operative as the moorland birds had been and indeed, some of them indulged in behaviour that can only be described as very, very childish.
There is no need for that sort of thing at all.
I left them to themselves and went to look for frogs. There were a lot in the pond.
For some reason the light was perfect for reflections today.
Although it wasn’t very warm and the sun wasn’t very bright, the crocuses were responding to the better weather.
In the end, I ran out of excuses for not cycling and wrapped myself up as warmly as I could and set out to do a thirty mile circle avoiding as many potholes as I could.
I paused for a moment by a bridge not far from home to adjust a wrinkle in my many layers and was impressed by the variety of life to be seen on it.
There was still a lot of snow beside the back roads….
…and indeed there is more piled up there than in the neighbouring fields.
But the roads were mostly dry and while the sun was out, it was a pleasure to be cycling. Once the sun went in before the halfway mark, it was much chillier and I kept going rather than stopping to take a lot of pictures.
At 17 miles, I was thinking that I wasn’t anything like as fit as I would have liked to be but when i turned for home, I discovered that I had been so well wrapped up that I hadn’t realised just how strong the wind was. It blew me home in a very satisfactory manner.
By the time that I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal had gone off to catch the train to Edinburgh to see Matilda.
I made a sausage stew for my tea. That sounds a bit basic but if you dignify it with the name of sausage casserole or even sausage cassoulet (it had beans in it), it sounds a bit classier. It tastes just the same though.
The reason that I did not go with Mrs Tootlepedal to Edinburgh was that it was a recorder day and in the evening, Susan came round and she drove us to Carlisle where we enjoyed a good evening of music with our recorder group.
This has been a rather perfunctory description of a very enjoyable day but it was quite late by the time that we got back from Carlisle and I am a bit tired so I apologise.
Because the garden birds were so uncooperative, I did think of using a frog as the flying bird of the day today just to teach them a lesson…
…but I found that I had got a reasonable flying chaffinch from our morning visit to the Laverock Hide.
So here it is, the flying bird of the day.