A few musings from my daily diary today.....
'It's a beautifully sunny Sunday morning and I'm sitting in the back garden, looking over the rolling fields. The sheep are on the far side today and I can see the cattle in the distance.
The bird feeder is doing good business. A flock of sparrows come and go. They do great damage to the two containers with normal seed, spilling the contents onto the floor in a flurry of wings. Having seemingly spilled a lot and eaten little, they contentedly sit as a flock in the nearby rosebush, observing their destructive handiwork.
There's two starlings in attendance too. They don't balance too well as they try and eat the fat cubes. One seems to be the baby of the other and even in this extended summer, it's still calling for attention.
A robin stands contentedly on the floor below the feeders, picking up a King's breakfast from what the sparrows drop.
A blue tit flits in and out from the peanuts, startled by the noise from the starlings. There's a great tit in attendance too.
The swallows are still here, occasionally landing on our roof, and because of the Velux windows, we get a close view of their beauty.
A cock crows in the distance and I pray a prayer of thanksgiving to the God of all creation.'
'It's a beautifully sunny Sunday morning and I'm sitting in the back garden, looking over the rolling fields. The sheep are on the far side today and I can see the cattle in the distance.
The bird feeder is doing good business. A flock of sparrows come and go. They do great damage to the two containers with normal seed, spilling the contents onto the floor in a flurry of wings. Having seemingly spilled a lot and eaten little, they contentedly sit as a flock in the nearby rosebush, observing their destructive handiwork.
There's two starlings in attendance too. They don't balance too well as they try and eat the fat cubes. One seems to be the baby of the other and even in this extended summer, it's still calling for attention.
A robin stands contentedly on the floor below the feeders, picking up a King's breakfast from what the sparrows drop.
A blue tit flits in and out from the peanuts, startled by the noise from the starlings. There's a great tit in attendance too.
The swallows are still here, occasionally landing on our roof, and because of the Velux windows, we get a close view of their beauty.
A cock crows in the distance and I pray a prayer of thanksgiving to the God of all creation.'
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