Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)
Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964
The ewes are back, crowded into one field; a sure sign that they are newbies. Appearing straight after the winter fair at Builth Royal Welsh show grounds, it could mean they have been purchased there.
And there’s the Tup, the male sheep (out of focus- note to self). I hope he gets paid more than that as he’s got a big job to do; but of course he could be a teaser, a young tuplet, put with the girls to bring them into season. The fully mature, main working, handsome and utterly irresistible ram maybe is on stage later.
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).
For the cooks. Fifteen female pheasants strolled down the track, cool as you like, no…
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…