drying out

up bright and early today, playing around in the quarry pond at Kit Hill. The larks were singing loudly, and I heard my first cuckoo of the year although I did not Spot it. The boss claims to have captured the same cuckoo up here last year BEFORE WE WERE BORN (does this count in my blog?) and insists that I blog it.


the aforementioned cuckoo; picture taken on 24/4/05 almost exactly one year ago (1BS) (2005 Christian era)

parliament

here are the rooks discussing how high to build the nests this year. and if you wonder why this is a parliament check http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_collective_nouns_by_subject_I-Z I notice that psychiatrists have no collective noun, thinking about the boss I am going to suggest either a talk or a shrink of psychiatrists or a failure or a section (I like that one) (and before anyone else makes any funny cracks, a wonder of lurchers).

nesting

are these nests high, middling or low? Will it rain (yes), or shine (yes). We say they are so high they would fly away if they were any higher

aliens

and if it wasn't cowering behind this stock (ie dog) proof fence I' d have had it for breakfast

nostrils

And you wouldn't be afraid of this enormous schnozzle trying to bite you on the bottom?

twilight

The whole world holds its breath before Spring rushes in.

Sentimental perhaps but this is the picture of a summer coming.

Later I had a close encounter.