I was much too busy giving silent thanks that it hadn’t been me who surprised the bat.
Locking up here is a long-winded business. Every door, internal and external, locks with a key. Three doors on the ground floor, three on the first, plus the garage door. Hopefully that’s everything covered. I’m glad B seems to look upon this as his job! Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony and bats in the garage”
I could die happily here, lost in this view.
Sunday April 3rd
Another restful sleep; I’m sleeping so very well here. Awake soon after 5, but the room was dark, the bed was warm and comfy; it was easy to stay snuggled under the duvet. B woke early too though. We chatted for a bit and I was up before 6.30 – ahead of our avian guests’ arrival – ready to watch the day unfold. Continue reading “The View from Here: serenity in the rain”
“Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time. “Winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.” -Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858, journal entry
A pleasing avian symmetry yesterday: the day began and ended with the call of the pheasant. My Cornish bird list, based entirely on sightings from the house, currently has 18 entries. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: what watching yields”
A neighbour called by today to introduce himself: Peter – a local farmer. We can see his farm from our windows. He was welcoming, friendly and helpful. The sort of man you could call upon in a crisis. He mentioned that the road climbing behind us is treacherous in icy weather. A road to avoid when winter approaches. We have arrived here at the most perfect time in the year: wintry weather is highly unlikely now and everything is ready and waiting to burst into life. If ever it stops raining and warms up!
It was my first sunrise at Highfield so that made it a magnificent sunrise!
We have chosen a house which faces north-west. It could present some challenges when it comes to my love of these special times of day. The aspect over the open valley, with its mass of empty skies, will allow us wonderful sunsets, I hope. I’m picturing sitting on the balcony, glass in hand, as a fiery orange sun sinks below the opposite hills. But I’ve been less sure about sunrises. Continue reading “Sunrise…sunset…”
Who needs television when I can watch Harri watching birds…
It is 05.16 and I just heard my first bird of the day: the distinctive harsh call of a pheasant. I love pheasants. I am happy to have a pheasant welcome me into this – our first full day in this beautiful place. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony”