more buzzards

"come back here you buzzard" I cried but it ignored me. When we were small, mum used to threaten us with being carried away by buzzards and pecked to death; it was worse than daleks in a canine Dr Who. In the far distance is a line of white houses, this is Tamar View just outside Launceston, so it was a very clear day, but the houses now dominate the whole view. Why not paint them green? If our house is anything to go by this is the colour they will become soon anyway.

murk wood

down in the woods today, well not quite but it was very spooky.

another sign

ok, so I see a lot of these bugs but to some they are a sure sign of two things, spring and greenfly.

the boss says I'm for the chop next Friday. Oh dear.

me

but I am in this one trampling down those bloody flowers.

old sea salts

all along the roads you can see clumps of this pretty little white flower, scurvy grass. It is a salt loving plant and is usually found by the coast but it has spread along the verges in Cornwall where salt is spread on the roads during the winter. In the background is Linkinhorne Church, and Bodmin moor by Caradon radio mast. I am not in this picture.

vanity

along with this pretty peacock butterfly, getting about and refuelling on some dandelions