Keep back, lads, she's wearing a headcam. A fine specimen of chickenhood in Slipton. Drayton House - not open to the public but there is a footpath which passes through the estate. Forelock touched, and envy nerve jangled.
Three weeks of what, wandering round the country - Southampton and Bristol in particular. Taking advantage of whatever summer we have, lots more short walks - Blaise Castle, Snuff Mills in Bristol, and some heath and woodland walks in the New Forest. Swimming a little once I'd got rid of a 'summer cold'. Trying to improve my crawl style with tips from the Esther expert. Walking with a group from the village and around. Visiting the bird-hide at Fineshade
We walked and practised mud skating on paths where sun sliced through trees, arrived at the hide for a grandstand view of clouds, trees, grass, water, reeds, platforms and birch trunks hung with bird feeders.
At first, the movement of butterflies. Dragonflies, big as birds, skim over the pond, with sun-glimmered wings.
Skittish coal tits flitter from tree to feeder. A bolder great tit lingers, turning its head with a weather eye on the world.
We think that’s all, when a white-face clown bounces in with red cap and cummerbund, cream shirt and pied tail-coat. He alights and perches upright, balanced, tail against the trunk, beak probing.
Now and then he hops to easier pickings at the food cage. A moment, then the purposeful pierrot returns to dig deeper
until two lithe and speedy squirrels chase each other up the pole and he’s off!