
Tag: photography
Life Is Hard
Limousin, France – Barrow
View From The Conservatory
View From The Conservatory
View From The Conservatory

I was on alien watch last night. Our back garden was ringing with the shrieking and wailing of wild beasts. The thumps and groans started in the mid evening and continued well into the wee small hours. The truth of the matter is that they, the anonymous they, were carrying out road works all through the night. Just as they had the previous evening. The machines make a noise akin to the sound that I imagine a thousand vacuum cleaners might make. As I was already suffering with a cold / flu / virus thingy and couldn’t sleep I thought i would try a bit of random photography. I am really quite pleased with the effects especially the “flying saucers” … lol. No batteries required.
View From The Conservatory
So I was just heading out to the freezer in the utility room, thinking about what we should have for dinner tonight. I was a little cautious stepping out of the kitchen as always, because I like to peek and see what birds are in the garden. I stood watching a Dunnock for a minute or so as it darted around the bare branches of some shrubs. Then a movement from the other side of the garden caught my eye.
And this is what I saw…

The amazing thing is he clambered up on top of our fence and plodded along the top in the same way as cats do. The feet on one side on the top of the fence and the other feet on the arris rail.

I had watched him for a while before I thought to go get my camera. These pictures are all captured through double glazing which is less than clean at the moment.

This is the second fox that we have had in the garden with skin/fur problems. Although the previous one looked like he had suffered a kind of de-gloving of the hind leg, perhaps as a result of conflict with a car. Maybe this one has had a similar encounter although I am tempted to contact the RSPCA and see if this is indicative of something that local dog owners might need to be aware of.
View From The Conservatory
More Great Tits.

It really is like a spring morning. The sun is shining and out of the chilly wind it really is quite warm. The tits are constantly raiding the feeders and being quite vocal.

Their visits are interspersed with those of a couple of Robins, one of whom believes that he is the boss of the garden and constantly flies directly at the other birds to bully them away from the feeders. So far this morning he has evaded my lens.













