Today’s guest picture is another from Venetia’s walk home from Street. I like this pastoral scene a lot. There is a river running through it.
We had a cold, damp, windy day with very little or nothing to be said in its defence. We walked to church under umbrellas, and found ourselves part of a tiny choir. There was a good congregation in attendance as it was a christening service so it was a double pity that the choir was so small and the hymn singing was bedevilled by technical hiccups in the screens used to display the words to the congregations, a remnant of Covid restrictions when hymn books were banned.
On the plus side, it had stopped raining when as we walked home.
After a cup of coffee, I prepared mince and vegetables for the slow cooker, and then looked at the birds but only found a couple of sparrow to watch . . .
. . . so I went out to prospect for new growth in the garden.
A second oriental poppy, the first rose of the year, new rhododendron flowers and another blue aquilegia were to be found . . .
. . . along with increased productivity from peony, rhododendron, potentilla and Veronica.
For me the star of the day was this azalea . . .
. . . but it was damp, so I didn’t stay out long.
There are no tadpoles in our pond but I saw some tadpoles in the dam before I went back in and practised songs for the Carlisle Choir.
When I had another look at the birds after lunch, siskins and redpolls had turned up.
They hadn’t quite got the idea of living in harmony with each other.
The siskins and redpoll did not stop long, as young starlings arrived . . .
. . . and they in turn left to make room for an adult . . .
. . . with increasingly heavy family responsibilities.
My heart bled for the harassed parent, popping up and down from the feeder to feed the endlessly demanding youngsters.
I did think of going for a short walk before the afternoon choir, but the weather was not encouraging. It was raining as we drove down to Carlisle, so at least we weren’t missing a good cycling opportunity while we were singing.
The choir practice was well attended. It was hard work, with good concentration needed throughout, but it went well, and was as satisfactory as a practice in an unsuitable venue can be.
It had stopped raining as we drove home.
We did think of an evening outing in the improved weather, but by the time that we had enjoyed the slow cooked mince and watched another starling family saga . . .
. . . the moment had passed, and we sat down to watch Countryfile and the highlights of today’s stage of the Giro instead.
We are still waiting for the repairs to the church organ to be completed. When they are finished and we are back in the choir loft, Sundays will be better days, regardless of the weather.
The flying bird of the day is one of the redpolls, seen in the poor morning light before the arrival of the starlings.