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  • More snow tales

    All my chums have blogged about snow, so here am I late to the party!

    I made heroic efforts this morning before breakfast to struggle though 2-3cms of snow, and to take some pictures as I went. It was nicely sunny just after sunrise, and I was pleased with this one of my favourite oak tree - a magnificent specimen growing in a sunken lane just down the hill from my house.

    Cannington oak in the snow

    (This is my first experiment with "HDR" - combining two exposures so you don't get white highlights and black shadows.)

  • Big Garden Birdwatch results, 2009

    After a very cold spell and then rain and wind, I was fortunate to have a cool, cloudy but dry morning to spend my hour counting garden birds.

    Blackbirds: 4
    Robins: 3
    Coal tits: 1
    Blue tits: 3
    Great tits: 2
    Greenfinches: 2
    Dunnocks: 3
    Magpies: 1
    Pheasants: 5
    Nuthatches: 1
    Spotted woodpeckers: 1
    Goldfinches: 1

    I could hear chaffinches "pinking" to each other, but no matter how carefully I scanned the trees, couldn't see them. (And I was glad there were pheasants - a big shoot down the valley yesterday had unnerved them and they looked very wary.)

    http://www.rspb.org.uk/birdwatch/

    Results of this year's count will be published on the web site in March. My last year's results are here - some interesting, but not significant, differences. Which brings me onto my related project for this year (as hinted to you, EllieGant!) I spend a few minutes each morning after I've put food out seeing what comes into the garden, and thought just how random my sightings are. So, for the Twelve Days of Christmas, I took 5-10 minutes each morning and wrote down what I saw - as I thought it would be interesting to see how varied the visitors were. I shall be boring you with post-dated blog entries for each day over the next few days! Starting here with Christmas Day.

    pheasants

  • The Birds

    It has been perishing cold for the last week, and going outside the back door is like being an extra in a low-budget remake of The Birds.

    All along the rooftops and in the trees are a softly chirping gang of hopeful blackbirds, waiting for me to come out armed with my twice-daily ration of corn, porridge oats and sultanas to stoke their reptilian heat. Spooky....

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