Frothy
It was a dour kind of a day, but having no temptation to go out hunting inverts this afternoon did at least mean that I got a lot of other things done around the house. Shortening my to-do list didn’t … Continued
Losing the toss
R and I went to Stratford this morning, for the first time in a while, for walking, coffee, and cake. We were heading back towards Old Town on the south side of the river when we saw this heron standing … Continued
Bird on a stick
I always find that photos taken under artificial domestic lighting are a nightmare to get right, and having sent myself cross-eyed for most of the morning, processing images from B’s birthday party, by lunch time I was in desperate need … Continued
Not a duck
“Look over there,” I whispered to Baby B. “Can you see that big bird? Right over there, on the other side of the canal? He’s called a heron. He’s standing veeeery still – can you see? He wants his ninner, … Continued
