Insulation
R and I went to Compton Verney today, to see the exhibition Bruegel to Rembrandt, which I enjoyed very much. We also had a decent salad lunch in the café, and then I left R catching up on emails and … Continued
Wild Wednesday
Er… excuse me? I know you’re probably keen to pick the surplus bits of dead pigeon out from between your toes – but would you mind not sitting on my car while you’re doing it? You keep sliding around on … Continued
Bird on a stick
When I woke up this morning with a burning desire to be somewhere else, I thought about the past few days and realised that I hadn’t set foot outside the muddy trench we call home for almost four days. No … Continued
Close call
Today’s late afternoon visit to the owl field was a triumph of experience over hope: I had good reasons for not going (not least the weather forecast, which changed several times during the day, and always for the worse), but … Continued
Up and away
I was pretty sure that it was going to be too windy for owls today, so I went churchyard birding first, just to make sure that I wasn’t under the kind of photo-less pressure I experienced last Friday afternoon. Robins, … Continued
Golden hour
“I hate contre jour shots,” I said to A, as the owl turned and flew towards us with dazzling low sun behind it. “Ooh!” he said. “I didn’t know you spoke German.” Sigh. This is the standard of photographer I … Continued
And streeeetch…
“I expect to see some frame-filling shots from you later,” said an ooling owling friend to me last week, having seen several Shorties fly straight past me from his position further along the wall. Well, I failed pretty badly that … Continued
