Today’s guest picture is a swan which was spotted by my Somerset correspondent, Venetia while on a walk. She notes that the magnifying effect of the water gives it enormous feet.
My day started not with swans but geese, as a large skein flew over the garden just after breakfast with a lot of honking to make me pay attention.
A short while later, I took an impressionistic picture of my favourite poppies…
…and went off to the Laverock Hide to fill the Moorland Project feeders for Sandy. He is still in foreign parts and feeding elephants rather than chaffinches.
The light was very grey but it is almost always a pleasure to sit in the hide and watch the birds so I stayed for a while.
There were plenty of the usual suspects: chaffinches…
…and of course, pheasants both males, in an argument….
…and a female above such uncouth behaviour.
When I got home, I had a cup of coffee and did some business on the computer but I found time to pick some raspberries, which are in fine form, and have a quick look round some flowers.
The garden is looking bedraggled.
A man came round to clean our gutters and I hope that he has done a thorough job because we have a couple of inches of rain forecast for tomorrow and Saturday. This should give the gutters a good test.
I didn’t have long to hang about at home though as it was my day to go to Edinburgh to visit Matilda and her parents. Regular readers will not be surprised to learn that the train was late but I managed to walk down to the park near her nursery school in time to find Matilda playing with friends.
She was in a very sunny mood and gave me a big hello…
…and made good use of the playground slide…
…and the death defying ‘Flying Fox’…
…before we went home for some snap, Pelmanism and railway building.
Alistair made a delicious pasta with mushroom sauce for our evening meal and I caught the bus back up to Princes Street in a very satisfied mood.
I was early for the train so I took a picture or two.
My Lumix is very caring and if I get it out at night it says, “I know that you are old with a wobbly hand so I will see what I can do to help.”
I thought that it did quite well for hand held night shots.
The train back was late too but only by a few minutes so I got home in good time.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch at our own feeder.