I am absolutely hopeless at keeping up this blog! I started out with good intentions, as we all do, but that's about as far as it got. I think I know what the problem is, I am trying to make it perfect, interesting thoughtful pieces with beautiful well edited photographs. It just isn't going to happen! There are so many things that I wanted to say that have been left unwritten because I didn't have time to sit and compose that perfect prose. Important records have been lost in the Twittersphere or buried in my Facebook timeline - time for a different approach. From now on I am going to try to write about the things I see as I see them, not wait until my thoughts are finely polished and well illustrated. If no-one but me reads this it doesn't matter, but perhaps it will help me to remember when I saw the first swallow, and that sometimes (like today) the sun does shine and, just for the moment, all seems right with the world. Let's see how it goes...
House Martins
I've always loved house martins but I've looked at them with a fresh eye since I read Stephen Moss' description of them as 'little killer whales' - I laughed at first, but I can see what he means! This morning, while I was walking the dog I took a few minutes to sit on a bridge in the sunshine and watch our local birds collecting mud from the edge of a big puddle by the gate, as they have done every year for as long as I can remember. They nest under the eaves of the houses just down the road from me and I see them every day in the summer as I walk down to the fields. I would love them to move a couple of hundred yards to my eaves, but it seem that, like me, they are creatures of habit.
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View from the bridge
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