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The Bird Feeder

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”

  • L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

November can be a bit of a drag.  The days become shorter and the temperature drops making it colder.  At least with December, we have Christmas to look forward to.  But November?  The only good thing about this months is that it leads to December and then it becomes a blur.  The countdown to Christmas always becomes a blur, especially if you’re a parent and before you know it, you’ll be taking all the Christmas decors down.  Which reminds me, I really want to put ours up.  But I promised the husband that I’d only start decorating in the first day of December.

I’ve digressed, I wanted to write about the bird feeder my husband bought (as mentioned on the previous post).  We hang it outside our bathroom window so our cat and the squirrels won’t reach it.  Birds make the husband happy.  He likes feeding them left over bread and crackers.  I call him Cinderella.  I keep waiting for him to break into song, so far he hasn’t … yet.

Armed with my camera, I was determined to catch some birds in action.  But wasn’t so sure I’d be lucky since Doc followed me out and soon, Boots was there too.  To my surprise I didn’t have long to wait.  I spied one blue tit on the roof.

I knew it was watching me, Doc and even Boots.  And then when it realised that it was safe it decided to go for it… slowly.  I watched its every move through my lense.

When it felt bolder, it finally made a move.

After a few pecks it flew away.  But before I could even put my camera down, two of them came by.

It was just lovely to watch them feed.  From below, Doc was busy chasing his tail and Boots?  She was on the hedge… watching.

I’m so glad the bird feeder is way up there.  And in the winter, our cat likes to spend it mostly asleep on top of the boiler where it is nice and warm.  She’s like her humans who gain a lot of weight on the colder months, even if she could reach the bird feeder, somehow I doubt very much if she’d be quick enough.

During these short cold days, it’s the small joys that really matter, like watching the birds feed, enjoying the lovely autumn light through the window, and blue skies against beautiful winter trees that are slowly losing its leaves.

What are your small joys?

Waiting for the Starlings

When you live in the country, it’s lovely to be able to lead a spontaneous life, like hopping in your car when the weather is good and heading to the beach or some place else, so when one of the mums in T’s class asked if we were interested in watching the starlings over at Rough Tor, we said yes!

Tor is a Cornish word for hill and we’re lucky to live not far from it.  After the school run last Thursday, we headed there to see if we could see some starlings. You see them a lot down here while driving home, especially in the afternoon, swarming down in flocks like bees, diving up and down like a graceful dance or an exhibition of synchronised swimming.  It’s a bit eerie actually, like a bad omen, or as my friend Kate said, the beginning of a horror story.

We bundled the kids in wooly hats and scarves ready for a short hike in search of starlings.  I was expecting them to be whingy and tired.  After all, it was after the school run.  But they were all excited and up for the adventure.

We weren’t planning a long hike, just far enough to be able to spot them from afar.  It was winter after all, the days are short, not to mention wet.  But we were lucky it stayed dry that afternoon.

Rough tor as always was looking beautiful, in spite the grey clouds surrounding it.

The woods nearby looked serene and breathtaking.

It was cold, so we got the kids moving to keep them warm.

Up they went like a small group of hobbits heading for the Black Mountains.

We decided this was far enough to wait for the starlings.  The kids got impatient and decided that it was more fun to run around and chase each other than wait for the birds to appear.

“Where are the starlings”  They cried.  Just wait patiently we answered.

“Where are the starlings”  They cried again.  “Look kids!”  We said, pointing to the sunset, trying to distract them and also hoping that it would take their breaths away like it did with ours.  “Oooh” they said.

“Look the starlings came!”

And there they were, dancing before our eyes.  For a while we all stood there, transfixed, just watching the appearance of thousands upon thousands of starlings hovering above the trees like bees.  It would’ve been nice to stand there longer, but the kids snapped out of the magic of the birds earlier than the adults and demanded that they wanted to go home.  So we did.  It was nearly time for tea.

Do you like bird-watching?

Three Birds

The photo above was taken on the 12th of January this year.  I posted it on my Instagram and wrote a caption:

Bird 1 to his friends: “I told you we should’ve turned right for Spain!”

About a week ago, just as I was making little T’s bed in her room, I glanced out the window and saw three birds again and thought of the photograph I took at the beginning of the year and thought “What are the chances that these are the same birds from that picture?”  Impossible of course.  But I couldn’t help but make a caption again.

Bird 1 to his friends: “I told you we should’ve flown the other way!  Now look, we’re back here again!  The sun never shines in England!  This is all your bloody fault!”

If you could make your own caption of the photo above, what would it be?

F is for Flamingos

We visited Whipsnade zoo at Bedfordshire a couple of years ago and this is where we saw a lovely group of flamingos.  I just love their colours!

And instead of feeding, they actually look like they are admiring their reflection on the water!

Linking-up once again with the lovely Charly of  PODcast’s Alphabet Photography project.

Do check out the other fab photos as well!

 

 

 

Stonehenge … Finally.

We pass by Stonehenge in Wiltshire every time we drive up from Cornwall to visit my in-laws who live in Woburn Sands, Milton Keynes.  We do this about three or four times in a year, sometimes even more.  I’ve never visited the world-famous stones before and the last time my husband did was when he was a little boy, not older than little T now.

The first time I arrived in England of course, the boyfriend (now husband) asked me if I wanted to visit.  Who wouldn’t want to visit a mysterious pre-historic world-famous monument right?  I definitely wanted to!  But when we arrived, there was a very long snakey line of tourists that put me off instantly.  After a bit of a wait, we decided to continue our journey to Cornwall instead.

Every time we drive by, there is always a long-line of tourists, rain or shine, no fail, day in day out.  But of course, with our friend’s visit, we finally had a definite reason to visit the world famous heritage.

There were already loads of tourist buses and cars parked outside when we arrived.  And there waiting for us was the dreaded long cue.  The husband had a brilliant idea!  We’ve been thinking of joining the English Heritage for the longest time and kept putting it off because we are already members of the National Trust.  For those who aren’t familiar with these institutions, the National Trust and English Heritage own most of the important and historical castles, monuments, stately homes etc.  A lot of these tourist places can also be very expensive, but as members, you can of course get in for free.  So if you’re in the UK, it’s best to join, not only will you be able to get in for free, but most importantly by paying membership, it will be your own little way of helping these historic places to survive.  Another thing, if you’re a parent of a young child and live in an area where there are lots of National Trust or English Heritage properties, these properties will save you from having no-where to go to somewhere fun to go during the weekends.  They are great places to visit as a family, especially during Christmas where they always have something going on like “Meet Father Christmas” or listen to Christmas carols sung in 17th century chapels, that sort of thing.

So that’s what we did, we joined the English Heritage and as new members, we didn’t have to join the long queue, woohoo!

T joining the crowd of tourists surrounding Stonehenge.

Just to complete the ambiance, we saw a druid standing near the stones, she looked a bit lost though.

And of course, one must never leave Stonehenge without having your photo taken.

What’s the story behind this photo?  To go near the stones, you have to walk through a short tunnel and I noticed tourists who were walking towards us, stop, look up and point and take a picture of something on the ceiling.  When it was our turn, I looked behind and saw what caught their attention:  A bird’s nest with little baby birds chirping away and of course, I did what all the other tourists did, took a photo.

This post is linked up with Podcast’s What’s the Story?