Sparring Sparrows

This morning I spent some time studying the various avian eating activities. Garish goldfinches; red-breasted robins – Ron or Ronette;   daredevil dunnocks; squabbling sparrows; great tits all balanced precariously¬†on the feeders swinging in today’s cooler east wind. I was fascinated by the various grips. The great tits grasped the mesh grid; a goldfinch grippedContinue reading “Sparring Sparrows”

Their Hay Day

Today was dull and dry. This morning Jackie photographed a great tit in the garden. After lunch she drove us to Helen and Bill’s home in Fordingbridge. My sister-in-law was returning two grandchildren to their parents; we stayed chatting with Bill for a while and drank his coffee. We left birthday presents for Helen, then¬†tookContinue reading “Their Hay Day”

One For GP

As was the case this morning, the seed feeder in the front garden is usually overcrowded by sparrows, with the inevitable pecking consequence. Great and blue tits share more harmonious meals. This afternoon we drove into the forest and got no further than Holmsley Passage before we witnessed a string of ponies crossing the moorlandContinue reading “One For GP”

Only So Much Rain

We have now realised that the birds partaking of the front garden feeders are field residents from across the road. Their numbers now include gymnastic blue tits and patient sparrows here waiting their turn at the trough. Our young visitors bear only so much rain before disappearing, following further leakage from the clouds, leaving theContinue reading “Only So Much Rain”

Lathyrus Latifolius Jewels

Such minimal bright light as we enjoyed today graced us early this morning. Thereafter our vision became more and more dingy. In order to provide me with as clear a view of the bird feeders as possible our friend from AP Maintenance cleaned our sand blasted windows. This is not the usual use of theContinue reading “Lathyrus Latifolius Jewels”

Chancing Their Claws

I was prompted by ‘Time Clock’, today’s thought-provoking post from SueW, to visit my library to retrieve a teenage poem I penned more than sixty years ago. I began with the classic iambic pentameter, then tried something more concrete. Through mirky windows on this the gloomiest morning of the week I watched still timid visitorsContinue reading “Chancing Their Claws”

‘It’s Not A Rat, Is It?’

Thanks to Facebook comments from Jackie and from Barrie Haynes, I was able this morning to add some interesting detail to the thatching description in ‘A Christmas Rehearsal’. Jackie then drove me to Milford on Sea where I did a little Christmas shopping then walked back home by my usual route. The fierce headwind onContinue reading “‘It’s Not A Rat, Is It?’”

Fag Ends

Benjamin Renouf and Tony of Abre Electrical arrived on time this morning to fit a new fusebox, run a power cable to the kitchen from the upstairs circuit, and generally check over our supply. They were quiet, efficient, and wasted no time, although they were here all day. I would certainly use them again. IContinue reading “Fag Ends”