When I've been working out in the garden recently, I've had the company of this noisy, and industrious, blackie. He finally managed to hold still for me while I took his photo!
Another frequent visitor to the garden recently! It was rather funny when he tried to be a blue tit, and perched on top of the feeder! On another occasion he sat on top of the wall - then promptly fell off.
All together now, with pace:
'I'm not a pheasant plucker
I'm a pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Til the pheasant plucker comes.'
That was a really nice spell of weather for ten days or more. This is my favourite tree, on one of my regular walks near Skip.
I had a day down in the Lake District recently, read
here. There was a time in my adrenaline junkie years when this might have been me paragliding from the slopes of Skiddaw. It looked great fun!
Pix © Skip Cottage
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