Rosy
R and I went out to play with Baby B again today. Almost the first thing he did on seeing me was to reach out and gently touch my face, which was charming. Then he removed my glasses and ate … Continued
Striding out
This is Jacques – a Bedlington/whippet/deerhound lurcher, according to his owner, who is R’s cousin M. He’s the most utterly gorgeous hound, and I might well have contemplated stealing him if I hadn’t thought I’d probably get found out. We … Continued
Normal service resumes
My resolution never to leave home again didn’t survive R offering to buy me coffee and cake in Stratford today, and we had a pleasant stroll into town along the river. I took a few bird photos, most notably of … Continued
Frost and rime
Frozen grass for breakfast, anyone? R and I had tickets for an early Charlecote walk this morning, but the day dawned cold, dark, and foggy, the temperature was sub-zero, and the prospect wasn’t wholly enticing. However, having hauled ourselves reluctantly … Continued
Transformation
It was a dark, dreary, damp day, but this afternoon R and I went out anyway. Having a couple of errands to run in Evesham, we parked on Waterside and then walked along the southern loop of the river and … Continued
High anxiety
We had early tickets for Charlecote this morning, and began our walk in heavy freezing fog. I don’t know if the cull is still going on, or has recently finished, but the deer were still displaying great anxiety and were … Continued
Performative
Stratford being the kind of place it is, no-one turned a hair. Let’s face it, in a town where even this doesn’t look especially out of place, you’re going to have to work quite hard to get a reaction. I … Continued
Treezoomer
Goodness knows why this little bird is called a treecreeper. Treedarter or treezoomer would be far more appropriate, because they’re as fast as a really fast thing, and hardly ever still for longer than a fraction of a second. Being … Continued