He’s within 18 inches of me.
She’s about 2ft away from me here.
This one’s directly across from the door, about 3ft.
This is what awaits me when I open the back door – all clucking away, saying they’re desperate for food! One day that garage window sill is going to drop off but you can’t tell some men, can you?
Sadly, it’s now thawing, so we won’t have a white Christmas after all.
Yes, we’ve had LOTS of snow in the last few days and although it’s raining now, it’s also very, VERY cold and due to go below –7 tonight, so the rain will freeze on top of the already frozen snow – brrr! Glad I don’t have to go far tomorrow.
My birds have been VERY active and VERY hungry while the ground is too hard to dig for worms and here are a few photos of them. As I walked down the garden, they were in the trees and on the fence, clucking at me, desperate for food – every time they saw me, lol.
This one couldn’t wait for me to move before pouncing on the sultanas. I’ve been scraping back the snow on and off all day, to make sure they weren’t totally hidden by it.
This one was waiting outside the door as I came out, as you can see.
Oops! Cut his head off… must remember to change my camera to a higher setting when not photographing artwork!
We’ve had a pair of Siskins in the garden for a couple of days – really exciting. The male is so colourful, whereas the female doesn’t have the yellow body or the black cap. I know they’re quite common, but they’ve never been here before, so I’m really pleased. This isn’t one of my photos – it’s one from the Internet.
I am so proud of this photo! I took it a couple of weeks ago, when John left me in charge of his super duper Pentax DSLR while he nipped out of the hide we were in and was privileged to see my first kingfisher. Since then, we’ve seen him a few times and he’s obviously feeding young.
We had hoped to go see if the babes were around this weekend, but unfortunately, John had to work. I doubt we’ll see them now, as the parents only feed them for three or four days once they fledge. Maybe we’ll get to see the next brood…
Isn’t this fab? One of John’s masterpieces, again…
Not for too long, though. Unfortunately, that constant calling gave away his location. I heard the adults chunnering and a flurry, then heard him no more.
Must admit, I’m heartbroken that something so beautiful, so tiny and so fragile could be here one minute, gone the next. However, I also feel really privileged. When we had blackbirds nesting by the door, they were very tame and we were allowed to get really close to them, without the parents getting upset, because they knew I was feeding them. But I don’t remember seeing them with no tail feathers, even though there were three of them and it was a really hot Spring, so they were often sitting on top of the nest, calling for food!
I have vivid memories of bluebells, when I was a kid. There was a valley not too far from where I lived which was absolutely filled with them at this time of year - we called it the Bluebell Wood. Often, we would go there after school - probably weren't supposed to. It was lovely to just sit there and to enjoy them and I remember going alone several times! I also remember running home one day because I saw a bull, there and I was pretty scared, lol. These were taken at Mere Sands Wood, which is our favourite haunt of the moment.
I have a silly number of bird photos and I don't think it's fair to upload them to my Inky Fingers Blog, where people expert stamped artwork. Hence the reason for this Blog, in which I can feel free to upload whatever I like. This was our favourite blackbird, who used to sit on the garage steps, sleeping or sunbathing whilst John was inside. One of his legs wouldn't bend and I made a point of looking after him, so eventually he became almost tame, coming when called and just sitting in the plantpot by the door. He'd even come to greet John's car as he arrived home!
