Friday, 13 April 2012
SO.......Not an Ostrich then.
Since I don't drive, much of this has been on foot (or rather - feet). Mine. And very sore and tired they are too. and, no, I have no lampshades still.
So far I've resisted the call of my bottle of Grants, and settled for much strong coffee, usually having capsized into a chair in front of the TV.
Next Tuesday my new bed will be delivered and the two old ones, together with seven sacks of bed-linen etc will be carted off by The Vineyard who are always happy to receive household goods in reasonable condition.
The week after that I have a rather unpleasant appointment at Stoke Mandeville Hospital to look forward to, so all in all, a fairly stressful time.
The one constant in my life winter or summer, rain or shine, is the ever present birdwatch scheme, an offshoot of which was mentioned in my last slightly aggrieved post.
It is entirely possible that I am pointing the finger of blame for my bespattered window in the wrong direction but, rather than the ostrich which was my joking reference to the generous size of the 'donation', I believe the actual perpetrator may have been a heron.
A huge shadow fell across my TV screen yesterday evening and I looked up just in time to see a massive wing-span flap past. Rushing to the window I saw the grey heron land on a roof-top the other side of the road and was just able to get the rather poor shot above before he swooped down into a back garden and vanished. Someone's fish pond will doubtless record his visit with the absence of a fish or two.
Considering that this is really quite an urban area we really do get more than our share of relatively 'shy' birds not common to gardens.
There is it would seem always something to gratefull for in even the least interesting of times.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 10:31:00 pm