Monthly Archives: March 2018

R and I braved the hostile elephants today, and went out for fresh air and exercise. And pasta, obviously. The Ocado man had told us first thing this morning that we were likely to be cut off by rising floods, … Continued

It has rained all day. All day…. I’m so bored, I want to…. Leave the country? Pick a pointless argument with someone? Scream? All of the above, actually – but instead of doing any of them, I listened to some … Continued

It probably drives physicists up the wall when arty types use the word “entropy” in a wholly unscientific way, to mean the tendency of living things to decay…. but I’m going to do it anyway. While thinking about entropy (as … Continued

I love the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford: it’s bursting with interesting objects, sliced and diced into neat collections that are themed by age, or place, or by the type of thing – in this case, a room full of old … Continued

Good day, JDO. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to capture a close-up photograph of one of the two buzzards which live at Sheen Hill. OK – that doesn’t sound too hard…. You need to know that … Continued

A couple of years ago, R and I watched a fascinating television programme about the physiology and habits of owls, and it was said that the force of their pounce is such that it can crush a rodent’s skeleton instantly … Continued

Sunset, or owl? I know: I’ll give you both. Today was busy, busy, busy. This morning I did some domestic stuff, and some photo stuff; and then R and I booked a holiday for later in the year, and some … Continued

I do believe that this is the fourth blip of last week’s parrot tulips – I’m not sure that I’ll manage a fifth, but it’s perfectly possible that I’ll try. Depending, of course, on the weather over the next few … Continued

There were so many owls out and about today that I hardly knew where to point the lens. I arrived home with just shy of 1000 photos, and after a long evening’s culling and processing I still have… far too … Continued

After an hour standing in the freezing wind on the top of the Cotswolds, chatting to three other idiots owlers, the farmer, and the farmer’s dog (who was so bored by all the chatting that he kept bringing me twigs … Continued