A Great Tit is giving it some. He is so vocal and insistent, I think he has gone a little mad.
He is in my 'new' garden, reduced in its supply of nesting places. I hope the Tits find somewhere.
It is fresh and bright this morning after a little early rain.
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
Not much about today
Today at 4.30 pm, the temperature is 6 degrees and the wind has veered to a more southerly direction.
It is comparatively mild.
The usual suspects are here: Sparrows, Chaffinches and Red-legged Partridge..
There are some sweet little things singing on a wire where there are always sweet little things singing!
I never take my binoculars when I do this walk every day, but I will have to from now on if I ever want to identify them. There were Rooks , but a complete absence of the ever numerous Red Kite.
A lovely evening for a walk, but not much birdlike in evidence.
It is comparatively mild.
The usual suspects are here: Sparrows, Chaffinches and Red-legged Partridge..
There are some sweet little things singing on a wire where there are always sweet little things singing!
I never take my binoculars when I do this walk every day, but I will have to from now on if I ever want to identify them. There were Rooks , but a complete absence of the ever numerous Red Kite.
A lovely evening for a walk, but not much birdlike in evidence.
Saturday, 2 March 2013
Waxwing
I was out for my normal walk today.
I set off about 15.50.
I went first down Mill Lane, up to the allotments and back.
It was cold, no more than 4 degrees all day.
It was quite windy and that made my eyes water.
Anyway to get back to the Waxwing.
I saw it in the village as I returned today by the same route.
He caught my eye as he was rather unusual and very handsome.
I made a mental note of his head crest, black throat and dark eyes with white flashes.
Instinctively I knew ; Waxwing, but I needed to be sure.
Positive confirmation achieved on my return home.
He was alone: body feathers were brown but his crest and throat colours were vivid.
He was at shoulder height in a bush. My memory on these points are sketchy, but I think he was eating berries? Please don't ask me what berries they were, as I could be inventing this part of the observation.
I so enjoyed watching him, even though it was through tears running due to the cold.
Will upload photo tomorrow!
I set off about 15.50.
I went first down Mill Lane, up to the allotments and back.
It was cold, no more than 4 degrees all day.
It was quite windy and that made my eyes water.
Anyway to get back to the Waxwing.
I saw it in the village as I returned today by the same route.
He caught my eye as he was rather unusual and very handsome.
I made a mental note of his head crest, black throat and dark eyes with white flashes.
Instinctively I knew ; Waxwing, but I needed to be sure.
Positive confirmation achieved on my return home.
He was alone: body feathers were brown but his crest and throat colours were vivid.
He was at shoulder height in a bush. My memory on these points are sketchy, but I think he was eating berries? Please don't ask me what berries they were, as I could be inventing this part of the observation.
I so enjoyed watching him, even though it was through tears running due to the cold.
Will upload photo tomorrow!
Thursday, 17 January 2013
art and how it will progress
the art future
this is what i will do from now on:
a limited palette
nature
book making
collographs
photography
stitching
dyeing
rusting
tea bags
hand made paper
ink drawings
collage
jewellery, but not like anybody else's
feelings
writing
meaningful
annotated
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INTERESTS
art design history beliefs nature
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
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