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essayelI got up sort of earlyish this morning. Partly because I'd been coughing for a couple of hours and Paul was beginning to get restless and partly because it looked like a nice day, and partly because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irana is doing Blogathon and I thought I'd poke her to keep her awake.
Anyhow, after I'd administered the poke, His Poochiness begged me to take him for a walk and damn me but if I didn't know it was July I'd have thought it was October. There was that fine mist in the air and a smell of damp earth and every thorn or twig or leaf had it's own little drop of sunlight hanging from it. Very glittery. There was a high pale sky with mare's tail clouds, also a nice shawl of mist around the shoulders of Pen y Fal but not a heavy woollen shawl - one of those little gossamer things - whaddaya call 'em? - a fichu.
Which I always think sounds like a sneeze.
As we walked we saw bunnies, always exciting, and sheep, boring unless they run then oooh boy! And several birds.
We're lousy with jackdaws round our way - mad little blue-eyed buggers who back each other up. My cat or next doors cat, we weren't sure which and they weren't admitting anything, caught a fledgling jackie once. The parents called in reinforcements and what looked like all the jackdaws in the county congregated in our garden. There must have been fifty of them and they not only rescued the fledgling but managed to corral both cats under an upturned wheelbarrow. Every time they showed so much as a whisker they got screamed at and dive bombed. You never saw such confused cats! This wasn't the way the world went at all!
So jackdaws, some magpies up in the Scots pines, a bunch of crows and, to complete the set, the local gang of ravens mobbing a red kite. So that's four out of the five local corvidae in about 10 minutes. There are jays up in the woods but, frankly, I can't be arsed to walk up there.
Tomorrowmetallumai is coming to stay, with her friends, I hope the weather stays nice for them.
irana is doing Blogathon and I thought I'd poke her to keep her awake.Anyhow, after I'd administered the poke, His Poochiness begged me to take him for a walk and damn me but if I didn't know it was July I'd have thought it was October. There was that fine mist in the air and a smell of damp earth and every thorn or twig or leaf had it's own little drop of sunlight hanging from it. Very glittery. There was a high pale sky with mare's tail clouds, also a nice shawl of mist around the shoulders of Pen y Fal but not a heavy woollen shawl - one of those little gossamer things - whaddaya call 'em? - a fichu.
Which I always think sounds like a sneeze.
As we walked we saw bunnies, always exciting, and sheep, boring unless they run then oooh boy! And several birds.
We're lousy with jackdaws round our way - mad little blue-eyed buggers who back each other up. My cat or next doors cat, we weren't sure which and they weren't admitting anything, caught a fledgling jackie once. The parents called in reinforcements and what looked like all the jackdaws in the county congregated in our garden. There must have been fifty of them and they not only rescued the fledgling but managed to corral both cats under an upturned wheelbarrow. Every time they showed so much as a whisker they got screamed at and dive bombed. You never saw such confused cats! This wasn't the way the world went at all!
So jackdaws, some magpies up in the Scots pines, a bunch of crows and, to complete the set, the local gang of ravens mobbing a red kite. So that's four out of the five local corvidae in about 10 minutes. There are jays up in the woods but, frankly, I can't be arsed to walk up there.
Tomorrow
metallumai is coming to stay, with her friends, I hope the weather stays nice for them.