May – Still sitting, taking the occasional practice flight or stroll around the nest.Continue reading
Having, somewhat pruriently, watched the swans mating, I was hopeful that they were going to stay on the pond.A couple of rather ‘arty’ portraits of the pair.
I must confess that I didn’t take much notice of them for a while until I caught them ‘at it’ again:The cob was behaving quite triumphantly on the nest. Note the coot’s nest just beyond.
Things carried on much as hitherto:
On the 26th April there were definitely eggs!
As usual all pictures can be seen bigger by clicking on ’em.
Swans have bred on the pond for the first time since I’ve been here – that’s ten years. According to some it’s longer than that: “Not within living memory” one antique native told me.
One swan overwintered.
I know I’ve said this before but: “I don’t remember people.” It’s not ’cause I don’t like particular people; it’s not ’cause particular people aren’t memorable; it’s not ’cause I can’t talk to particular people.
I just don’t remember people.
Folk I meet while walking, anglers, dog walkers or other walkers, often greet me as if they recognise me, they probably do. In order to not appear totally oafish I tend to meet everyone with a nod, a smile and a cheery “Hi”, as if I know them.
Folk I’ve known and spoken with for yonken are the exception* and possession of a dog also ups your chances of recognition. Names: that’s another of my many failings.
*Not invariably – as related elsewhere, I once blanked my brother.
Apropos nothing at all
Mondegreen: A mondegreen is a mishearing or misinterpretation of a phrase as a result of near-homophony, in a way that gives it a new meaning (wiki). Continue reading
The cat (the little ginger bastard) knocked my hard drive (one of, anyhoo) off the top* of my desk. It buggered up!
So I’ve lost most of 2015 & 2016’s pics although up to 2014 are on another drive.
*Cats, in case you didn’t know, have a major directive, presumably from their leader, that “if two things exist such that one is on top of the other, then the uppermost shall be hurled to the floor without consideration for any consequences”.
So I’ll start 2017 from the beginning: Continue reading
Winterfylleð* was the Old English name for the month which became October. It apparently means winter filling or possibly winter full moon. It was nicked by J.R.R. Tolkien† for use in Lord of the Rings.
*ð was pronounced very like ‘th’ so it was winterfilth
†Tolkien‘s biography, for the interested.
I read a lot of books, not so many now – t’internet takes up an awful lot of my attention. I recall waaaaay back in Sheffield Central Library picking a book and being scorned by my father: “What do you want that for? Elves and dwarves‡ are kids stuff.” It was, of course, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again. That probably marks the beginning of my lifelong fascination with science fiction and especially with fantasy.
‡or is it dwarfs?
More on my reading matter later.
Meanwhile to carry on in October in this two thousand and sixteenth year of the Common Era:
Sunday 9th October 2016
Did I mention the alder beetle? Once thought to be extinct in UK, plentiful round here.
Trees on Shireoaks Woodlands are really turning on the autumn colour.
Given the hour and clear sky I always try to get a shot of the moon. Continue reading
Don’t forget that you can see pictures bigger by clicking on them.
Lørdag Første Oktober 2016
Google translate tells me that that’s Saturday first October in Danish.
As usual for the weekend, a Mollyless walk
Convolvulus flowers are pretty beautiful – pity it’s a weed. Continue reading