Saturday, 31 October 2009
Friday, 30 October 2009
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Friday, 23 October 2009
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places about it, there yet should come
Such rich music, as though the notes'
Ore were changed to a rare metal
At one touch of that bright bill.
You have heard it often, alone at your desk
In a green April, your mind drawn
Away from its work by sweet disturbance
Of the mild evening outside your room.
A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history's overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.
A poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Friday, 16 October 2009
Thursday, 15 October 2009
That is the best looking of all the birds of prey? I took that one at International Centre for the Birds of Prey. It is an old photograph in June 2009; and it was drizzling here on October 15. What a load of rubbish I speak or write.
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Monday, 12 October 2009
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Saturday, 10 October 2009
The Common Crossbill has been on my blog before, but it looks better than the other one. This bird is so meticulous at feeding. He would go to a place where there is a pine cone, take it back to where he'd been the last time, and would eat the seeds from the cone. After which he would drop it. I hope that it doesn't drop it on somebody head!
This he will do it for a long time.