Today’s guest picture is another from our son Tony. He met this ‘wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie‘ in a field while he was out on a walk. Whether it had a ‘panic in its breastie’ is not recorded.
We had any amount of rain overnight, and when I looked at Mary Jo’s scientific rain gauge, it had five inches of rain in it. I think that that was the product of the last two weeks and judging by the forecast, it may not be too long before It fills up again. September was an unusually wet month and October is no improvement so far.
Still, the other side of the coin has been the generally warm weather which has let Crown Princess Margareta enjoy a late burst of life. She seems to be pretty waterproof and unfazed by the overnight rain.
Other flowers, like this clematis, are also holding on well and have more buds ready to come out.
Even Lilian Austin has been tempted into producing a final fling.
Mrs Tootlepedal started the day off by taking our guest, Riley, for a walk, and then we went to church to sing in the choir. We had a visiting minister who radiated a serious cheerfulness (he was serious and cheerful at the same time), a reasonable number of singers in the choir and a selection of good hymns. I enjoyed the service.
I had forgotten to make a stew for the slow cooker after breakfast so I had to defrost some of the venison that I bought yesterday and make the stew when we got back from church. It is very good to get back from our Carlisle choir in the evening and find a hot meal waiting for us, so it was worth the effort.
Although it was a very grey day, Mrs Tootlepedal took Riley off for another walk while I was cooking, and I when I had finished, I had time to go out into the garden to do some bird watching.
The lilac tree was very busy with visits from a robin…
…a blue tit…
…and a dunnock.
A sparrow, anxious to appear in the post, tried out various poses on the fence for me…
…before we settled…
…on this one as the final product.
There is often a starling to be seen perched on the top of our neighbour Irving’s holly tree and I have sometimes wondered if it is always the same one. This scruffy bird seemed quite familiar…
…but as I watched, it was replaced by this smoother version. It waved its friend good bye.
There may be those who can’t imagine what a gardener might do with bracken so I have put this picture in to show what happened to yesterday’s crop. It has already done a good job in keeping last night’s heavy rain from battering the exposed soil where the courgettes were growing.
Another alternative is to plant a covering crop. Mrs Tootlepedal has used a sowing of grass on this year’s potato bed.
After lunch, we went off to Carlisle for some shopping and singing. The shopping was successful but the singing was not as useful as it might have been as once again, our regular conductor had other business. She had sent down a very competent young man to take her place, but it is not the same as being taken by someone who knows us well.
And the heating was off when we came in so it was a bit chilly too.
Notwithstanding this, we did a lot of singing and that is always a good thing.
We had been threatened with rain but there was only the faintest drizzle on the drive home. We arrived safely and enjoyed the slow cooked venison stew, followed by tarte tatin for our evening meal.
All in all, a good day in spite of some very gloomy weather.
The flying bird of the day is a starling leaving the holly tree at speed.