Apart from reading dictionaries, I haven't taken many pictures I'm that pleased with.
Here's a few that just escaped the bin.
Reed Warbler from a visit to Burton Mere back in September.
The funky chicken that captivated myself and Adrian, when I met up with him in north Wales; also back in September.
A rising sun over Frampton Marsh last month. Hoping to be across the river soon, at Freiston Shore, with young Trevor and meet up with Adrian again.
A morning looking for rutting deer last month drew a blank. It rained constantly, and the deer seemed as fed up with it as I was. I did find some yellow Holly though, so not a complete disaster.
The end of October found myself and the boy Trevor wandering a local nature reserve, and being treated to a dogfight between a Kestrel and a Rook. Amazing to watch.
Neither bird was harmed during the picture taking.
And so to this month.
Incoming Black-headed Gull. I'd just tossed my apple core onto the grass, and he was busily circling around, waiting to snatch it. Too busy dithering, and in the end ........
........ nicked by a Crow.
Proves the proverb, 'he who hesitates, don't get the apple core.'
Looking back through these I've noticed it isn't that farraginous after all. Probably the writing is more confused than the assembled pictures. Or maybe I should have dropped an r and a and watched the film instead.
Anyway, I'll finish with one of my friends from the local lake.
Enjoy your week; I'm off out in a minute to try and take some pictures.