Everything has it's beauty, but not everyone sees it. - Confucius
Sometimes the picture doesn't have to be perfect; it's the captured moment that counts. - me
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Thursday, 31 December 2015

The End of the Year Show

Some of the leftovers from this month, in no particular order.

The boy, growing fast and becoming a great companion.

A bit of local street art.

Some of these graffiti artists are quite talented.


Singing his heart out. A few of these and Song Thrushes, have been singing every morning, even at 2 a.m. when I've been walking Whisky.

Chinese Water Deer

Introduced species that seem to be doing rather well here.


My old mates from Caldecotte Lake. The good thing is, neither Whisky or them are bothered by each other.

Black Swan

He or she has been around the local lake now for a couple of weeks. A real beauty.

Pair of Goosander

From the local lake again. This time of the year, there are always a few here.

Whisky having fun.

From today. Whisky made another new friend.

So much like Ellie, his pal in Wales.

And finally, myself and Whisky wish you all a great 2016.

Thursday, 10 December 2015

A couple of things to post

December, and it will soon be the end of the year.
I'm rather looking forward to next year, for some reason.

Anyway, near the end of November, I had a visitor to the garden.

The bird seed I put out attracts a lot of Goldfinches at times, and also a lot of Feral Pigeons feeding on the spilt seed on the ground; around 15 most days.

Their number was dramatically reduced by 1 this particular day.

A female Sparrowhawk.

She stayed to enjoy her lunch for some time, but she certainly made a mess.

A graphic video.

A bit more recent now.

We've had a bit of a Starling murmuration for a while at a local lake, Willen, so I decided to make the effort and go and watch the show.

The sun gradually dropped behind the Peace Pagoda,

and as the light slowly faded, the sky was set for the display. Not the biggest I've seen here, but certainly worth the effort of going.

Just after 3:45 p.m. it started with a trickle.

Small groups of birds arriving from all directions, and coming together.

The numbers gradually built up, and by 4:00 p.m it was all over.

They dropped down into the reeds, and then fell silent.

By now the sky had turned blood red, the light fading fast, I headed home.