Cheshire Cat
Worcestershire Cat. Whatever. She’ll be smirking on the other side of her face if I catch her stalking my garden birds while I have one of the Offspring’s old Super Soakers to hand. The other morning while I was making … 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
Extravagant
Most people know that starlings aren’t as drab as they tend to appear in flat winter light, but you have to be lucky to catch one as well-lit as this. I was alerted to this individual by the fact that … Continued
Blue tit Monday
So apparently, the third Monday in January is – according to a ‘scientific formula’ – the most depressing day of the year. Except that the formula is rubbish, and there’s no evidence to support the claim. The concept was actually … Continued
Tiny garden
It was so balmy at lunch time that a neighbour, who walked past while I was out in the garden looking for macro subjects, commented that it felt like spring. Which it did, but all the while I was relishing … Continued
Golden hour
It took a full hour this morning for R and me to convince the bank that he hadn’t forced me yesterday to transfer money to a savings account at a different institution, from a joint current account to which he … Continued
