If I don’t fire out a few blog posts before Sunday Spud will be writing this blog more than I do. Mind you it seems to work for ‘Joker the Lurcher’ he runs a very good blog all by himself.
There has been little time (or light) to be out and about with the camera and whilst I’ve plenty of stuff in waiting, I just need the time at the keyboard.
The weather has turned mild, if grey and damp but at least the garden birds seem to have a bit better time of it than in the frozen weeks around Christmas. There are plenty of visitors to the feeder and bird table, but its not as frenzied as it was. And it seems I’ve managed to seduce a woodpecker away from a neighbours garden.
I’ve not seen a wren for weeks and weeks, this little butter ball of a bird is one of my favourites and they usually dart in and out of the drystone walls all day long, I never managed to photograph them though unlike NiC who has taken some stunners. I fear they have taken heavy casualties in the cold weather, I sprinkled suet amongst the coping stones, in hope it might help feed them. (Spud spent a happy time Hovering it up.) We used to have three or four wrens, roosting behind the barge boards, but where are they now?
Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve soup* and sandwiches to prepare for 14 and a text book to read before tomorrow. The camera will have to stay in the bag ‘till Sunday.
*carrot and coriander, because no one believes me that sprout and potato soup is delicious, especially with a bacon buttie.