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Today’s guest picture was sent to me by my friend Bruce who had taken a walk along the banks of the Liddle Water.  He thought that this opportunity for a rest might tempt me to take the walk too.

Liddle bench

I had intended to take advantage of another day of glorious weather to go for a good cycle ride but for reasons probably not unconnected with old age and cycling 40 miles yesterday, I didn’t manage to work up enough pep to go anywhere. Mrs Tootlepedal though was as bright as a button and hard at work in the garden on and off all day.

This tulip was almost as bright as she was.

red tulip

Luckily Sandy called round at coffee time and at least got me out of the house.  Our intention was to go to the moorland bird feeders and set up the cameras on tripods.  Then, using our remote controls, some nice sharp pictures should have been possible in the good light.  Unfortunately we were not the first to think of visiting the feeders and when we got there, two visiting bird watchers were getting settled in.  It seemed too awkward to try to get set up when they were watching the birds so after a quick shot of an oversize perching bird…

pheasant

…we went off for a walk along the Tarras instead.

This didn’t offer much in the way of birds but it was delightful in its own right, with interest all along the way.

There were tadpoles in the giant puddles….

tadpoles

They will be struggling if it doesn’t rain soon.

…old men on vintage tractors….

John Murray talking to Sandy

John Murray talking to Sandy

…charming glades…

beside the Tarras

…and the ever present music of the Tarras Water.

Tarras

It was time for lunch when we got home and the down side for me of walking through the woods came when I had to have a good long rest after lunch to get my breathing back into good order.

There is a lot of pollen about at the moment and the garden is full of the sound of bumble bees.

bee in garden

I took some perching birds at different times.  The bird on the right below was down by the Tarras and I don’t know what it is.  It was singing lustily and I am sure a kind reader will tell me its name.  It might be a willow warbler.

perching birds

I had just about recovered from my post lunch slump when we were visited by a flock of cyclists.

Callaghan cycle club

From left to right these are William, Lorne and Sarah.  Two of them are Dr Tinker’s grandchildren and the cousins of Maisie, New Zealand’s finest and the other is their father.  One of them is on the bike in the picture for the very first time.  Yes, it is Lorne, who was interested in trying out my belt driven bike.  He is a cycle commuter and a serious pedaller.  Sarah has been cycling for ages…well for two days now under her own steam.

Liz, their mother, has taken away a portion of my sour dough starter and is going to have a try at making a loaf with it on Monday.

After the cyclists left, Sandy reappeared and we went off on a nuthatch hunt.  Liz had seen one earlier in the afternoon on the Castleholm and as there are two known nesting sites there, we went to see what we could see.

We drew a complete blank at the first site so we moved on to where Liz had made her sighting.  This tree looked promising…

tree on castleholm

…and we soon saw a nuthatch and I was able to snatch a hurried shot.

nuthatch

It was on a branch with a nest sized hole in it but we were amazed to see that it wasn’t the nuthatch that was using the hole, it was a blue tit.

blue tit

Liz had told us that she th0ught that the nuthatch had been sounding very indignant so perhaps this was why.

The nuthatch conifer was surrounded by golden trees.

Castleholm trees

Closer examination showed that these were lime trees and not covered in leaves but by a multitude of flowers.  The white tailed bumble bees were extremely interested and the trees were loud with buzzing.

bees on lime trees

We walked on to another nest site and once again saw a nuthatch.  I was too slow to get a picture this time but you can see the one that Sandy took on his blog.  I had to make do with a nearby thrush.

thrush

It was another beautiful walk and the only fly in the ointment was discovering in the car on the way home that I had lost my spectacles somewhere on the walk.  It was obvious that I had dislodged them while manouevering my camera bag about so Mrs Tootlepedal and I cycled back to where the walk had started and finished and to my delight, we found the specs unharmed right beside the place where Sandy’s car had been parked.  I can see clearly now.

Although I was personally quite slow all day, I did get the chance to catch a real burst of speed on the Castleholm.

run rabbit run

The flying bird of the day is a black headed gull which we met on the way to see the nuthatches.

flying gull

 

 

 

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