Trees

As a child I was often taken to France on holiday, and apart from the Brittany seaside and Mont St Michel, the main thing I recall is the tree lined roads that went on and on forever, straight as a die, so unlike our British rolling roads, and lanes. Imagine the...

Tweeting the tweet

Today I was working at my computer in my upstairs office. I had the window wide open despite the pouring rain and relatively cool temperatures, in order to be ready to take photos of the fledglings who are frequenting our feeders. It has been like Piccadilly circus...

More on the bluetits

I previously wrote a post about the bluetits having made a home in our previously unoccupied bird box. Well they seem to be thriving and apparently busily feeding nestlings judging by the frequency of trips to the fat balls hanging by our kitchen door. Here are a few...

Thankful for something

I love Italy and go there at least once a year if possible, so this year I am missing the pleasure of that trip and I am grieving for the population suffering so badly from Covid 19. At the same time I’ve been reading a book about Italy during World War 2,...