Today’s guest picture, sent to me by her father, shows Matilda in pensive mood earlier this week. As she was in Ireland at the time, maybe she was pondering the tricky Irish border question.
After yesterday’s glorious sunshine, we were back to grey and windy weather today. It was theoretically quite a warm day with the thermometer showing a mellow 11°C but any warmth was utterly dependent on keeping out of the very chilly wind. As it was one of those winds that follow you round corners and blow up your trouser legs and down the back of your shirt, it was hard to get away from it. I stayed indoors a lot.
I spent the morning reading the papers, doing the crossword and looking out of the window as chaffinches approached the feeder.
A goldfinch looked to be in line for a surprise.
I was pleased to see a siskin among the birds on the perches…
….and doubly pleased to see two.
I had enjoyed my pain free bike ride yesterday so I resolved to see how walking went today and after lunch, I set off to walk about a mile to see how things were.
I nodded to a new daffodil doing its best to come out in the garden…
…and took a route that I hoped would take me past some water side birds.
I soon saw an oyster catcher…
…and then two more…
…and finally, three in a row.
One oyster catcher looks remarkably like another one to the untrained eye so I can’t tell if it was just the same birds flying about…
…and landing in front of me or six separate birds.
Among the oyster catchers, a herring gull stood out.
The walk was a great success as far as seeing birds went but it was a failure in terms of foot comfort so I cut it as short as I could and went home, passing the bush of pink snowberries beside the river on my way. I love their Sunday name: Symphoricarpos.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy in the garden while I was tottering about and she took me round to see the useful tidying up that she had accomplished. Among other things, she had cleared some infected leaves from the hellebores and that gave me a photo opportunity which I took.
Once back indoors, I settled down to work on choir songs and when it came to tea time, I made myself a dish of kidneys in a spicy wine, pepper and mushroom sauce on a bed of rice and followed that up with some semolina pudding for both of us. The day might have been a bit disappointing but the evening meal saved it from disaster.
The flying bird is an eager looking goldfinch.