For the cooks. Fifteen female pheasants strolled down the track, cool as you like, no explanation, no please or thank you.
Not the first time we have seen it, some years ago returning from Llandod we witnessed something similar and they were spread over the countryside. We had several in the grounds, then they dispersed or vanished, never knowingly seen again.
From whence? To where? Why?
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).
There’s snow warning like no warning, like no warning we know. Not had one this…
The “foreign” blackbirds haven’t arrived yet, so the evenings are less noisy with the sounds…