Thursday, 20 October 2016

The Empress Tree

The blossoms don't last long and the smell is intoxicating. At dusk you can stand underneath and listen to the bees exploring every last bell.

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Feathered visitors

When we moved into the house almost three years ago, there was a very messy nest in the corner of the verandah containing very vocal house martens. Last year, they passed us by, this year they have returned.

This morning our very large ginger cat jumped a good 6 feet in the air, from a sitting position, trying to catch them as they swirled around his head. It would appear they have checked Trivago, and our accommodation is a price they can afford

Said ginger has parked himself on the verandah to watch, or perhaps I should more accurately say doze in their direction. No more 6 foot jumps today.

And as health issues have precluded us from mowing the lawn recently, we are being treated to daisies everywhere.

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

The continuing saga of the dog in the Post Box

We are losing. This morning's contribution to the post box was actually woven and weaved around the tail and back leg of the dog!

Another bag load of twigs, grass, sheep wool and moss has been evicted. It feels mean, but we don't mind the birds anywhere else on our property, just NOT post box. We have three families of birds nesting under our tin roof, including Harry Hobnail boots, who I suspect is a cousin of Percy post box.

The saga continues.....

Saturday, 1 October 2016

On bereavement

I recently commemorated the third anniversary of my Dad's death. It was hard. Today, I heard that a good family friend, who was very good to my dad and mum passed away aged 90.

I feel like another anchor has gone. As I age and my parents generation dies, it as if the anchors that held me safe through the storms and buffeting of life have been raised and part of my soul and memory is cast adrift on an ocean, and I don't know where it will lead me. This is not a lifeskill you are taught, just one that has to be navigated as best as you can.

So many friends have gone in the last two years, and not all of them have been elderly. For so many I have uttered the phrase "gone too soon".

I am sorry I will be on the wrong side of the planet to say goodbye to her, so I can only hope when yet another anchor is raised, something of the friendship will drift with my soul to a better place.

Friday, 30 September 2016

Dog in the mailbox

My "brilliant" idea of putting a stuffed toy in our mailbox appears not to have deterred the starlings. They have wiggled past him, and put down the first layer of straw for their nest. So much for that theory.

I have spotted a pink stuffed hippo in another charity shop. That may be the next cunning plan. Either that, or locking up Junior Ginger in the box.

And speaking of hippos, it is raining heavily. Once again the mountains are full of rain clouds and our river is about to burst again. This is summer folks, and just to prove it, here are flowers in a friend's garden.

Thursday, 29 September 2016

The six o'clock scurry

We noticed very soon after moving to Coneysthorpe, that Spring is a season of great amusement. The lambs are hilarious. We don't have pre-dinner Pimms in the country, oh no, we have the six o'clock scurry. It is impossible to capture the mad rushing around the paddock. It starts off sedate and innocent and then all you see is a blur accompanied by bellowing bleating for about 20 minutes. We can almost time our evening meal by the commencement of these japes. Here is the Crazy Quintet.

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Bird visitors

I love birds, of any variety, even noisy magpies ( and we have LOTS of those along our road). The challenge we have is the starlings who insist on nesting in our mailbox. The first year, they got away with it, but the mess and stench and inconvenience was rather too much. Last year we managed to dissuade them by removing every twig and blade of grass as soon as it arrived.

This year, they are not to be deterred, so I have resorted to desperate measures

I had hoped to find a larger stuffed toy, but this was what was available this morning at our local charity shop. He may be replaced by a larger dog/cat/dinosaur when I can find one.

One visitor who is always welcome is our pheasant. The photo is blurred because I took it on 48 x zoom before my first coffee of the day, so there is a bit of camera shake.

I wish he wasn't so shy, but I do understand the conditioning he has to sticking to the bushes and hedgerows. Not likely to get shot at that way, except by a caffeine deprived photographer!