I think I mentioned that we had moved. And that I now have a tiny patch of garden that is all mine. And that I spent weeks grovelling in the dirt, removing rubbish and uprooting stinging nettles, brambles and, the worst – some sort of weedy grass, whose roots go on for ever?
Well, here it is. (top left). I include a pic from over the fence, showing Mad Landlord’s larger patch. This is just to give you an idea of what I was dealing with :-).
After the clean up, my first objective was to attract birds. Coconuts, fat balls, scattered bread crumbs and seeds. (Couldn’t do much else, no planting – winter has bitten in).
I’ve been muttering on about a new camera for at least a year. I finally wandered into a local camera shop asking for advice. Bottom line, I wandered out, somewhat dazed, with much more than I had bargained for. With what I am I told is a ‘bridge’ camera. Something between the idiot proof camera I have carried for years, no bigger than a pack of cigarettes and something that will never fit into my handbag in a million years. The weight of the Owner’s Manual is more than I want to handle let alone the camera itself.
The damned thing, with all it’s bits and pieces, is so heavy I can barely shift it.
So now I am a two camera person. Old faithful in the pocket and one lugged around my neck, dragging me ever closer to the ground. Between the computer and the camera, with all their bits a pieces next time I fly, something will have to go. Clothes.
I’ve had a single experimental session with it. (It’s been raining for weeks).
A Starling, who can polish off an entire coconut in one sitting, the Blue tit, and the Great tit, who seem to have taken up permanent residence in our little patch.
I am encouraged. It is inevitable. I am become a Twitcher.