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
St Swithin’s Day
“Well, it is July,” I said to R, as we sat disconsolately over our coffee and biscuits, watching the rain beating down outside. “What can you expect?” He made a snorting noise that might just about have been interpretable as … Continued
Come hither
After handing the Boy Wonder back to his father in the car park at Slimbridge, I went in search of coffee and birds. The coffee, as per, was pretty grim, but the birds were good, even though I didn’t manage … Continued
Against the lore
Owling lore has it that Short-eared Owls don’t hunt in bad weather. I’ve said it myself, with great confidence, on many occasions. It used to be widely believed, including by me, that this was because their feathers aren’t waterproof, but … Continued
