Today’s guest picture comes from Venetia’s African odyssey. I don’t mind getting close to small birds but I might be a bit nervous to get so close to a lion in the open.
We had a grey morning and a wet afternoon here today so it wasn’t really the day for a gentle pedal with a camera in my pocket. Instead I was happy to eat very good treacle scones and drink coffee with Dropscone and wander round the garden in a faint drizzle once he had gone.
The pond has not shown any sign of a serious leak….
…so the reason for its sudden drop a few days ago remains a complete mystery.
My inclination is to suspect that a mighty rushing wind had swept the waters away but Mrs Tootlepedal regards that as fanciful. She has no better explanation though. Any suggestions are welcome. Very thirsty birds?
Beside the pond, I couldn’t help noticing this deep red primrose.
I tried to photograph a small clump of scillas but the only thing that I got absolutely in focus was the stalk. I was going to have another go but by the time that I thought of it, it had started to rain.
Beside the bird feeder, a charming white flower is emerging and Mrs Tootlepedal is going to tell me what it is when she remembers.
During the morning, Mrs Tootlepedal had been surprised to find that the telephone wire to our neighbour’s house, which should have been attached to a tall electricity pole in the middle of our vegetable garden, had become detached. Instead of passing safely above our heads, it was now stretching across the garden at exactly head height.
She rang up those responsible for the wire and after a slightly bonkers conversation with a man in India, she was told that someone would come within four hours and either cut it down or put it up again . In the event, two young men did come just four hours later but they neither cut it down nor put it up again.
It turned out that they hadn’t been fully briefed on the nature of the job so they hadn’t brought the requisite ladder for leaning against an electricity pole. This you will understand is a special leaning against an electricity pole ladder not just any old ladder…like the one we offered to lend them for the job.
In the end, after some head scratching, they cut the wire and added a new middle section which made it long enough to cross our garden while it was lying on the grass. We promised not to trip over the wire over the weekend and they promised to send some men with the requisite ladder who would hang the wire up again on Monday.
Before the rain came, I watched the birds and was fatally slow in trying to catch a flying chaffinch on two occasions.
I liked the prompt surrender of this chaffinch caught with a seed in its mouth.
Once the rain came, the light was only good enough to shoot sitting birds…
…some of whom looked pretty fed up with the weather.
As I couldn’t get out, I took pictures of flowers inside.
The rain did finally stop in the early evening but it was still damp and grey outside…
…so I spent some time on the bike to nowhere in the garage listening to music instead of enjoying a view.
When I looked out of the back door, I was struck by the colour of the sky.
In the evening, there was a special treat as my Friday night accompanist Alison came round to play some sonatas for the first time this year. She injured her shoulder badly before Christmas and it has taken her a lot of time and hard work to get back into playing duets again. So while Mike her husband and Mrs Tootlepedal caught up on the news, Alison and I gave some old a favourites a go with a few errors here and there and a lot of enjoyment all round. I will have to get practising.
After playing we joined the other two to watch a Langholm lass get to the final of Masterchef, a great triumph.
We are promised drier, calmer weather for the next week so I hope to be able to get out and about if my foot allows.
A standard chaffinch is the flying bird of the day.