Today’s guest picture was taken by Mrs Tootlepedal. It shows an artistic darn which she has made to fill a hole in the sleeve of one of my jerseys. She was feeling very creative at the time.
I looked out of the window just before I went to bed last night, and was much struck by the almost full moon. I gather that it may be called a worm moon at this time of year.
The skies had clouded over by morning, and it was windy and chilly. I was happy not to go out any further than the garden in the morning.
Dropscone came round for coffee. He was very pleased because he had had a hole in two at a recent golf competition, and this had won him the princely sum of £4.50. It wasn’t so much the money as getting a birdie that had cheered him up so much.
The birdies in the garden cheered me up. They were in full flight when I looked after coffee . . .
. . . and I was happy to spot a redpoll among the regular visitors.
I had a quick turn round the garden before lunch. The hellebores are still looking very perky and holding their heads up well.
The rhubarb is developing and thoughts of crumble and custard are beginning to haunt my mind.
There is other life in the garden too.
After lunch, I looked at the feeder again, and found that it had been almost entirely taken over by siskins and greenfinches.
It was too windy and chilly to think that cycling might be a pleasure, and there was more than a hint that rain might come later in the afternoon. I cut my losses and went for a short three bridges walk while the going was good.
The rain stayed away and there was even a hint of sunshine for a few moments.
There was no shortage of birds to photograph on my way.
The pick of the bunch was a pied wagtail at the Meeting of the Waters. It stood on the edge of the river and dashed out and back several times. It is rare for me to be able to catch a wagtail in flight.
The crocuses on the banks of the Ewes Water are looking good.
I went over the Sawmill Brig, walked round the new path on the Castleholm, crossed the Jubilee Bridge and went round the Scholars’ Field.
I got home in time to watch a bit of the racing from Cheltenham with Mrs Tootlepedal while I enjoyed a cup of tea and an oatmeal biscuit.
The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent sorting out the many pictures of the busy feeder which I had taken of the birds on the feeder, having a shower, and and preparing and eating the evening meal. By the time that I had done that, my friend Susan had arrived to give me a lift to Carlisle to play music with our recorder group at Jenny’s.
We were one player short of a quartet tonight, as Sue was not feeling well and had had to call off. However, we had a good collection of trios to play, stretching from Pachelbel to Hindemith, and we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. Jenny always comes up with good biscuits to go with the after playing cup of tea.
We are promised some calm and sunny weather for the next week and I hope to catch up on some much needed cycling. It will be a relief not to have to battle into strong winds when going out for walks and rides.
The flying bird of the day is one of the oystercatchers that I met on my afternoon walk.
25 thoughts on “A tootle but no pedal”
It was so nice to find spring waiting here. The hellebores are beautiful and the rhubarb makes me want to start looking in people’s vegetable gardens.
Mr. Grumpy looks a bit worn out. I’ve never seen one of our herons sit like that.
The crocuses are up and blooming here but by only ones and twos. I’m looking forward to seeing the kinds of numbers you have there.
‘Mr. Grumpy looks a bit worn out. I’ve never seen one of our herons sit like that.’ . . . I think that he is definitely feeling his age.
I’ve never seen him look so tired and scruffy, poor old bird.
An admirable darning job by Mrs. T. It’s next to impossible to actually hide a repair to a hole, so you may as well make it lovely and draw attention to it.
Your garden looks like it’s poised to explode with colours and all the beauties of your spring!
We have reached a bit of a pause while we are waiting for full daffodil days.
Beautiful flowers, beautiful bird, especially the flying oyster catcher.
Look up sashiko and kitsugi – Mrs T is following an ancient tradition of making a feature of imperfection. I will resist the temptation to say more . . .
To be honest I thought you had lichen growing on you at first sight! 🙂
I will check it out.
Nice to see the sings of springs everywhere. That last bird shot is really great.
Enjoy the coming weekend.
Glad you had a good tootle even if only in a trio.
Your garden is looking very springlike. Good to see Mr G even if he is looking a bit dubious.
Now I know what a birdie is (apart from all yours)
I like the darning, always a fan of visible mending 🙂
It reminds me of ‘beschuit met muisjes’ the Dutch tradition after a baby is born
(we eat a round rusk with pink (girl) or blue (boy) and white anise seeds)
Spring is bursting forth in color and form in your area, and I have enjoyed seeing a variety of birds. Musician Dana Robinson wrote a song about the redpoll.
I like Mrs. Tootlepedal’s artistic darning.
It will be the talk of the town when I go out in the jersey.
I love the darning, too. I have an old sweater that I love but the sleeves are frayed and am hoping I can hire someone at the local knitting shop to do some artistic repairs.
You’ve conjured up some wonderful images for the future mentioning rhubarb and custard…can’t wait! A great selection of birds to like and enjoy- favourite is the flying oystercatcher. Love the darning pattern.
Rhubarb and custard really means spring to me.
Never having seen rhubarb growing, it looks other-worldly to me. How wonderful to be making music again. Just in time for the birds (I bet they hear you playing). Love the pied wagtail too.
I was very pleased to get a picture of the wagtail in flight, even though it wasn’t very good. They are usually far too quick for me.
I know that feeling all too well.
It seems there is no end to Mrs Tootlepedal’s talents.
What a spectacular capture of the moon! It looks like a cantelope or watermelon.
Looks like your garden is coming alive. Which prompts me to wish you a happy Spring Equinox (though perhaps just a tad late over on your side of the planet.) 🌱
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Mr Grumpy squatted like the one you have here.
Spring seems to hope eternal. 🌻
You got the spring equinox almost spot on. It was at 3.33pm on Sunday just as I started singing in the choir.
Fabulous post of shots, Tom, I loved so many!! I still can’t get over how your GBH sits down (you’ve shown them do this often over the years in your posts). I’ve only seen a GBH do this once in the U.S. in the 12 years I’ve been photographing them. Ours always stand on one or both legs. Interesting!
Old age is the answer to the sitting habit I think.