Today’s guest picture comes from my friend Bruce’s trip to the west coast. He has acquired a new pocket camera and as well as taking fine scenic pictures (more of them in later posts), he pointed it at a young buzzard on a pole.
We had another fine and sunny day today, though a bit colder than we have been getting lately. After yesterday’s successful cycle and walk combination, I was quite happy to have a quiet day of singing today and let things settle down in the leg department in spite of the good weather.
We had one less hymn to sing than usual in church as our visiting minister unexpectedly burst into song himself between the readings. We had a good choir practice after the service to make up for the shortfall though.
When I got home, there was a little sunlight falling on the feeder…
…but very few birds actually coming to the feeder and those that arrived almost always managed to catch a shadow.
I had to look to the plum tree for clearer shots.
Some time ago Mrs Tootlepedal cut the head off the sunflower that unexpectedly came up behind the feeders but she left the stalk standing and it acts as a convenient perch for birds waiting to come to the feeder….
..and a tweak to the camera settings produced a satisfactory result.
As the sun moved round, the feeder soon fell back into deep shadow so I went out into the garden for some sunshine. Once again, the berberis was ablaze but it is beginning to lose its leaves and I fear that fire will soon be out.
The winter jasmine is doing well.
In spite of the sun, it was quite chilly outside so I didn’t linger long and went back in.
The bird watching was a wash out.
We had another visit from a jackdaw with white feathers.
After lunch, it was soon time to combine a little shopping in Carlisle with our Community Choir practice. Once again, our energetic conductor Ellen gave us plenty of work to do and by the end of the session my voice was feeling the strain a bit. I must make sure that I do my vocal exercises conscientiously.
As it is now pitch dark by the time that we get back from choir in Carlisle, Sundays have become a short day from a photographic point of view but as I enjoy the singing, I can’t really complain about that.
I couldn’t catch a flying bird today and a visiting jackdaw was most unhappy about this failure.