Today’s guest picture comes from our daughter Annie. She got dizzy just looking up at this crane.
It rained in the night and it was still raining when we got up. As a result, it was quite easy for me to have a quiet morning in. What was not so satisfactory was that I chose to put a week or two of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and sitting at the computer did not do my back much good at all.
From time to time, I got up and looked out of the window. It was not a cheerful sight.
The morning passed slowly and a goldfinch and a sparrow…
…shared their thoughts on the political situation in the country today.
There were too many flying birds for comfort….
…but a blue tit waited for a chance and sneaked up on to the feeder.
I had a cheese and tomato toastie for my lunch, courtesy of the wonderful George Foreman grill, a boon to lovers of the toasted sandwich, and afterwards I took another look at the birds.
A greenfinch was taking a relaxed view of life.
The weather improved a bit and I took a walk round the garden in a light drizzle….
…and enjoyed a little autumn colour on our climbing hydrangea.
I went back in and looked out again.
The birds on the feeder were looking the wrong way. “It’s behind you!”, I felt like shouting.
A dunnock posed…
…and I saw the oddest flying bird of the month. It is in the top left hand corner of the picture below.
I had got so bored by now and my back was so tedious that I went for a walk. Luckily the rain had got bored too and given up so at least I had a dry outing.
I opted for an undemanding flat three bridges and tottered round mumbling crossly to myself. I had really thought yesterday that my back was improving and it was annoying to find that it wasn’t. (The walk did some good though and as I write this in the evening, things have got better again.)
I saw some birds at the water’s edge, both swimming and standing.
As I crossed the Sawmill Brig, I noticed some fine lichen on the parapet.
There was autumn colour to be seen in the trees as I walked up the Lodge Walks….
…but there were a lot of leaves on the ground too, and at one moment, a burst of wind caused the trees to rain leaves on my head.
I walked past the Lodge and looked back as I walked back down towards the Jubilee bridge.
The river was grey and sullen when I looked down at the water but it was more inviting when I looked at the bigger picture.
I was almost home when some loud chattering made me look up to the top of the practice tower at the fire station.
There was a crowd there with no thought of social distancing..
I had made a batch of ginger biscuits earlier in the day (I said that I was bored) and I had a couple of them with a cup of tea when I got home.
Between the ginger biscuits, a cheerful zoom with Mrs Tootlepedal and my siblings, and some excellent mince and tatties for tea, I felt much better by the end of the day than I had in the middle.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow.