Happy feet
“Oh! He’s lovely!” said a young woman at the pedestrian crossing, peering into the pram. I beamed and agreed that he was, while preparing myself to tackle her to the ground if she got too close to him. Ten minutes … Continued
Valentine’s Day
In the spirit of the day, I made a poem: The great spotted woodpecker’s lower belly is red, Its cap is very dark blue if looked at in a certain light (though generally described as black), It has some fairly … Continued
Possessive
Possession, as we’ve all been told, is nine-tenths of the law, and this fieldfare demonstrated the principle perfectly today: arriving on the back lawn about half an hour after I scattered a bag of apples, it declared ownership of this … Continued
Jazz hands
R and I arrived home a short while ago from a busy day in Cardiff with Baby B. At exactly six weeks old, his level of engagement with the outside world is remarkable: as soon as I stepped into his … Continued
Contre jour coal tit
“Waahhh!!” I wailed at R, rushing into the kitchen at about three o’clock this afternoon. “I haven’t taken a photo yet! Waahhh! Where’s my camera? There’s a starling on the seed feeder! I don’t know where the big camera is! … Continued
Little egret
R and I almost got divorced at 7.45am today, when he wakened me from deep sleep to remind me that we had tickets for an early walk at Charlecote. It would be fair to say that I was not enthusiastic. … Continued