Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Dropscone because he knows that I like bridges. It comes from his son Benjamin who is on holiday somewhere vaguely familiar.
We had some heavy showers overnight, and we woke to a grey and often rainy morning. I found a dry moment to scoot round to the corner shop on my new bike, using plenty of power from the battery to get me there and back before the rain started again.
As I came back from the shop, I saw a man looking along the dam and so I stopped to see what he was looking at, and then I nipped inside and came back out with my camera.
This is what he saw . . .
. . . and this is what my camera saw.
It was Mr Grumpy paying us a visit and checking out the dam for possible snacks.
I say that it was Mr Grumpy and not some other passing heron on the basis that he was quite happy to let me get close and then pose for the picture . . .
. . . not common behaviour among herons. He looked quite well kempt though. He didn’t stop for long and soon flew off for more productive waters.
We enjoyed Margaret’s company over coffee, and then Mrs Tootlepedal sat down to write up some more minutes of meetings while I made some lentil and carrot soup for lunch and followed that with some oatmeal and raisin biscuits. I am still experimenting with these as I don’t have a recipe, and I used wholemeal flour today. The results were more flapjacks than crunchy biscuits but they will be no hardship to eat. I like to think that they are healthy as they have oatmeal and fruit in them, but as there are also mountains of butter and and rivers of syrup involved, that may be a pipedream.
It wasn’t a day for going out into the garden so while Mrs Tootlepedal toiled over the keyboard, I watched birds. There were a lot more sparrows than usual today. This one had been taught by its mother to sit up very straight when it was eating.
Siskins weren’t impressed by the invading sparrows . . .
. . . and they had to wait their turn until a perch was free.
Not much fun in the rain.
One sparrow showed off its wings for the camera.
There was a rude interruption though, when a starling crashed the party.
It had quite a lot of difficulty getting a secure perch . . .
. . . but did manage to get a seed or two before giving up.
One of the resident blackbirds watched the fun from a hedge.
In the garden, the azaleas looked pretty cheerful even on such a gloomy day.
I honed my idling skills in the afternoon to such an extent that I did absolutely nothing constructive at all. Luckily we had Zoom calls first with our granddaughter Matilda and her parents, and then with my brother and sisters to help to pass the time.
When the sun finally came out in the early evening, I dashed out for a quick walk while the going was good. I had time to enjoy the copper beeches at the park . . .
. . . the sun shining on Whita Hill above the river and town . . .
. . . and an oystercatcher beside the water . . .
. . . before clouds hid the sun again, and I beat a hasty retreat back to the house.
By the the time that the weather looked set fair, it was too late in the day for an outing, so the day must go down as one of the less exciting days of the year so far.
Still, I did get a heron as the flying bird of the day and that is a great rarity.