Today was definitely the day to take binoculars out.
It was misty, slightly damp, and appeared overcast at Welney Wetlands and Wildlife Trust reserve:
But, as it turned out, that was what was exciting to photograph with a phone, because I hadn't thought it worth taking a camera (about which I was wrong):
There were, in fact, a lot of birds, if you could see them through the gloom. This one is on about 20x phone magnification - so please forgive the way it looks:
But it was the feel of the day that mattered:
It was so good we spent well over three hours there.
If you can, treat yourself to some birding.
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thank you – very emotive photos – no murmuration for me today (just some ducks and too many Canada Geese), although it has been bright and sunny, but cold – made even brighter by an excellent band concert (the 3rd for me in less than 2 weeks – Burbidge Band (formed in 1861) this morning in our 1903 Frank Matcham Opera House, again last Saturday but in a church and then (in Buxton Opera House) the previous weekend with the Brighouse and Rastrick – but I did wonder if you had written an article in the Telegraph (it was by Sam Ashworth-Hayes) and headed “It’s not such a wonderful life in Rachel Reeves’s Britain” and then going on to state “As everyone knows, It’s a Wonderful Life is primarily a film about fractional reserve banking and the importance of maintaining confidence in the solvency and liquidity of your institution in the absence of a central bank deposit guarantee”.
Thanks, Susan.
There is, of course, no such thing as fractional reserve banking, but it might have been more relevant when the film was made than now.
It was, bizarrely, the first film my wife and I saw together – but we weren’t anywhere near going out together at the time. It’s a long story.
I have to admit to being alive when the film was made but even if fractional reserve banking was ‘legit’, maybe too young to have understood or otherwise!
🙂
It’s not quite a bird…. but I saw a white stoat yesterday for the first time ever. 🙂
And Seasons greetings and best wishes for the new year when it arrives.
Now that would be something. I have seen stoat – but never a white one.
All the best, Andy.
some years ago, I was living in ‘Over Haddon’ and I was walking/strolling from Haddon Hall towards Bakewell, by the river, and I was privileged to watch stoats – a family – not white and I doubt that white stoats would be found even in this ‘inclement’ area (- please, someone correct me on this and I will go out and persevere) – it was utter delight and my walk, due to this pleasure, stretched (in time) far further than I intended – I watched entranced as the entire family of stoats cavorted by the banks of the river Wye – I was filled with delight. I lived in that village for many years (I came from ‘there-abouts’ , but one day I was down in the Dale, with the wardens from Haddon and Chatsworth, and a previously unknown discovered (well for some years since the lead mining) sough had been ‘unearthed’ – the wardens informed me that, for safety reasons, the sough would be sealed and made safe, meanwhile I hung almost upside down to have a look down – (I did tell the wardens that I would haunt them if they let me go), watching the river a long way underground, and clinging onto the iron ladder which took the miners down to the seams – it was incredible and such huge history – I was given just a small window of time to tell people in Over Haddon that they could view what I viewed so far below the river bed before the sough was sealed off for (understandable) safety reasons – I checked with the wardens the following day as they were sealing this sough – no-one from the village had been to look – I was horrified but then realised that these remote hill villages, an area where I was brought up (apart from St Trineans Sur Mer in Suffolk re education) had been ‘bought out’ by ???? = non locals moving to ‘countryside – it was a sad demise to a very wonderful and remote (then) village – is this progress?
Nice story
Thanks
So… I’m happy to hear that white stoats haven’t all been driven extinct by using their fur, the ermine, for all the robes of the Lords now being ‘stuffed’ into that dysfunctional upper House!
Apparently it’s been suggested that fake fur should be used in future. I suppose ‘fake robes’ might be more appropriate for some of the members of that place – along the lines of the emperor’s new clothes?
Reform the Lords, do away with the robes (and any fakery)!