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Nov. 24th, 2015

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Wet, wet, wet and then there was a brief spell of dry.

Travelled home from Milton Keynes today. The traffic was generally light and roadworks were minimal compared to some recent journeys, but the weather made the driving horrible for quite a lot of the way and the driving manners of some drivers, considering the conditions was appalling.
Amazingly we only saw evidence of one accident,just after we got onto the M65 from the M6 when we saw a car on its roof on the Westbound carriageway. Police were already in attendance and there seemed to be no one delayed by what must have been catastrophe for the driver concerned.

I have travelled hundreds of miles with warning lights telling me to slow down because of the spray, when there was no spray. Today there was spray,and how!I have experienced rain so heavy that my wipers were completely unable to cope with clearing the water from the screen and I was forced to stop because to go forward at even ten miles an hour with zero visibility seemed to be more foolish than pulling onto the hard shoulder and stopping.

Today the rain wasn't that overwhelming and the wipers coped magnificently with the direct precipitation but there were moments when attempts to overtake were suicidal as waves of spray thrown up by the vehicles in front caused total black out. Fortunately that condition did not persist very long but nevertheless there were times when vehicles in front were very difficult to see. It didn't help that despite the appalling conditions some drivers chose to drive with their lights off.Total insanity...their vehicles just did not appear to be there until they were being closed in on...Radio 2 at teatime suggested that there was a link between those cars coloured grey and their drivers unwillingness to switch on, but as far as I observed there was a general sample across the colour ranges of drivers who it seemed wanted to stay invisible.

At one point on the M6 we hit standing water across three lanes. No warning in advance ..why not? Lets face it all too often we see signs that warn "Flood" when the road is perfectly dry.Just one more example of the disconnection between the warning signs and the road realities that follow on after the signs, which all too often speak of mythical or at least historical events just not apparent as you journey on.And why why why should it be impossible to design a road that does not flood,but allows water to drain freely from its surface.

So much for conditions and signage....what of our fellow travellers? For most of the journey we were bit troubled by the ton up brigade who seem to think that speed limits are meant for ninnies. Just occasionally we were troubled by the centre lane hoggers who sit there with an empty lane on there left, and the even more perverse non overtaking overtakers who manage to travel at just exactly the same speed as the vehicles to their left. Really perversely it is possible to spot three lanes of these idiots side by side and then there are the pass on the left brigade....thankfully fewer than there used to be whose usual driving pattern is to duck and weave from lane to lane,too bad how many drivers they may force into unneccessary braking by their unwelcome intrusions into the driving space in front, from all directions.

Trouble is you just never know when it is going to happen next. There are times when I think the advice I had from my driving instructor many years ago, to drive as if everyone else on the road is a complete idiot was only a shade off the truth.

Aug. 1st, 2015

Dandy

Minions: must be the silliest film I've ever watched

Much to my surprise I had enjoyed "Despicable me" and have subsequently become familiar with the pictures of "Minions" that adorn the local car wash. Our daughter is visiting for a few days and the other night the three of us decided too go to the cinema to watch "Minions" the prequel to "Despicable Me".Five minutes before the start we walked into an empty cinema and were followed by a young couple(at a guess in their twenties) who had bags of shopping with them. At the end when the lights came up it was apparent another young couple(teenagers?) had slipped into seats in front of us....a grand total audience of seven.
Between the three of us we had bought a bag of maltesers, a bag of minstrels, and a container of slush....I only discovered the price of £3.49 per item afterwards when I saw the receipts.....scandalous...
....and the film ....I won't say there were not moments of it that I quite enjoyed but it must pass for the silliest film I have ever seen, even if some of the artwork and graphics were brilliant.
Stayed at home the next night and watched a DVD of "Untouchable" on the television....I almost didn't watch it after the night before...but I'm glad I did, even though it was in French.

May. 29th, 2015

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Weeds

When I was at school it was an insult to call someone a weed,but reflecting from a distance of fifty years that most of the weeds (botanical) that I have know have been far from weedy.MOst of them grow all too vigourously,
IN some cases what constitutes a weed is a matter of personal taste...I think the only definition that really works is to describe it as a plant that grows where it is not wanted, otherwise any plant growing on its own initiative so to speak is simply wild.
MY present lawn is not quite bowling green perfection but obviously in the past someone has spent time and effort and money eliminating anything that isn't grass. I suppose that might change but it will take time. In West Yorkshire I rejoiced in the Celandine, Speedwells, bugles, pimpernels and a host of other plants that grew wild in my "lawns". I think the only plants I wanted to eliminate were the mosses and the trees:the mosses threated to smother everything else and as for the trees, who really wants a forest of ash and sycamores growing close to ones home. The trees were easy, just a case of pulling them when the were big enough to notice....the mosses were not so straight forward and all my efforts to remove them proved futile. A deluge of chemicals might have dealt with them had they been used but in general I try to avoid them wherever possible. I say that, having just got back from spraying weeds springing up in the paved area in front of church. Individually some of the plants and their flowers may have been fine specimens, indeed some of them were creations of beauty and I must admit to twinges of guilt in applying their doom but their overall effect was that church front was uncared for, which it has been,they were untidy and if left would have been damaging to the paving and the foundations of the walls. Oh well the deed is done. It might have produced more rapid results to have gone at them with a sickle but this way the roots should be killed and the removal should be permanent.

May. 27th, 2015

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Birdsong

Tonight on Crimewatch, er no, I mean Spring watch, though there were moments when Crimewatch might have been a more appropriate title for what we were seeing, I was fascinated to see the recording of the bittern booming: I know I’ve seen it on Television before but somehow so far the experience in the wild has eluded me: ggod to have the reminder of what I should be listening for.

Bird sounds are absolutely fascinating. Again tonight we saw and heard the Greater Spotted Woodpecker making its drumming sound by beating its bill against the wood of the tree in which it was searching for wood boring grubs. The same word is used for the sound made by the Snipe which produces its drumming in a totally different manner by vibrating its outer tail feathers in part of its mating behaviour.

I’d heard of the dawn chorus before I heard the dawn chorus, which I have come to love, and also experienced the lesser talked about dusk chorus. A major element of bird song is the terretorial singing of the male bird proclaiming its rights over the area around its singing post. One my regular walking route in West Yorkshire I would hear a succession of blackbirds belting out their mellifluous tones from their rooftop vantage points . At start of day I became accustomed to the long trilling song of the Chaffinch interrupted by the dip which invariably marked the end of the trill. The blackcap too belts out his challenge to the world usually from an elevated position.

This afternoon in the garden I experienced a corvid chorus of Jays rasping and Magpies with their more drawn out though equally rough calls. The calls of the corvus genus are really useful in identification and it is good to hear them together or at least in succession,with the increasing depth and strength of call from Rook to Crow to Raven, the smaller jackdaws having a totally different shreik which is totally unmistakeable.

I have friends who hearing a couple of notes of song identify the singer instantly. I do not share that ability but am learning little by little to recognise birds by their songs. It takes time, and listening and watching to see what is singing…and the effort of trying is well worth it.

Perhaps my greatest thrill is having learned a call, to hear it, and then to locate and identify its origin. Kestrel, Goldfinch, Greenfinch, Blue tits and long tails all have songs which sometimes I can pinpoint in this way. Sometimes my learning curve seems mercilessly slow.

Sometimes I get surprises. On holiday on the Fife Coast I expected to hear the sound of gulls…but my dawn chorus consisted of the Wood Pigeon energetically belting out its noise (which I think I can now distinguish from the similar but quieter collared dove) and the repeated deep repeated caw of the Crow.

Speaking of the gulls, we are all I would guess familiar with the screams of the birds we come across near the coast….but are we all familiar with the gentler murmouring sounds of gulls communicating more intimately in a manner somewhat akin to the gurglings of pigeons, or the peep peep peep of the young seagull which sounds in so many ways like the penetrating peep peep peep of the Chaffinch.

Aug. 22nd, 2014

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Happy Birthday to peaches

22nd August is memorable because it is my sister's birthday(she should have had my card by now).....and LJ reminds me it is my friends birthday across the big pond in the United States so I will wish her a wonderful day too...

Jul. 17th, 2014

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No such thing as garden birds....

On one of the hottest days of the year, not much activity in the garden..Maybe it's because there is so much food in the lanes and fields around the village that the birds don't need to come into the gardens to find food, or maybe after nesting and rearing their broods they have all gone into hiding because they are doing their annual moult, I don't know, but my garden list is down to nine out of the seventeen that have visited so far this month.
but when I do my walk out to the edge of the moor, that was far enough in the heat of the evening, the numbers are down too and guess what all but two of my garden list are out their in the wider world beyond the garden....and to be fair the robin and the feral pigeon were probably there too, only I just didn't see them tonight.....but I did see blackbird, dunnock, house sparrow, jackdaw, magpie,starling and wood pigeon which I had already seen in the garden and crow and house martin and collared dove which I also often see in or from the garden... so with the mallard and swallow the exceptions all my fifteen birds today were garden birds, but with the exception of the robin and the feral pigeon all my birds were wider world birds....
no such thing as garden birds, only birds that happen to visit the garden....

Apr. 10th, 2014

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Spring is springing

At last the days of drab and drear have come to an end...today we actually had some sunshine. This morning the roads and paths were dry at dawn although the grass was still very wet from overnight condensation but by teatime that too was dry or sufficiently so to take the lawn mower from winter storage for the first time this year.
I only cut half of the back before I tired and my excuse for stopping was that light was fading, though I could have cut the second half if I had really wanted to.
Now the night is well on. The half moon illuminates high cirrous cloud but there is not enough of either to generate a halo...and here and there stars twinkle brightly and at the back of the house there is little enough man made light to interfere with the enjoyment of it.It is still. Very still. The only sound that of a distant plane, whining like some muffled dental drill....and the smell of freshly cut grass pervades the air though it is a gentler smell in the dark than it would have been in the glare of midday sun. I wonder if hedgehog will show up again this year, or at least leave his little dark visiting cards where he has been the night before.The mole hills are fast disappearing:poor mole: his life was too great a price to pay for his ravages.He should have stopped after he had cleaned out the compost bin of all its worms...thus destroying at one gorging the best mini ecosystem ever for turning kitchen and garden waste into compost...now the process continues at a slower rate without the worms...
and mole is long gone, trapped by his own insistence that his hills were more important than the apology of a grass patch which I dare sometimes to call a lawn.

Nov. 21st, 2013

Dandy

midweek outing to Anglers Country Park, Wakefield. 20 11 2013

It was such a perfect day……and it could so easily not have happened. There had been torrential rain overnight but fortunately the local BBC forecast was for better things and so undeterred, we arrived to find sunshine overhead, brilliant lighting on the water (the best ever, some of us thought) and in parts, a bit wet underfoot. Early arrivals had seen good variety of woodland birds on the feeders by the time the party of eight assembled.

The first view of the lake was breathtaking for the variety and number of birds. Some of us needed help to find the male Goldeneye, which played that irritating game of “now you see me, now you don’t” with repeated and prolonged dives. An early spot was a pair of Goosanders with the male resplendent in breeding plumage. These lived upto their reputation of being shy birds and promptly flew out of sight.

There were large numbers of some birds including Canada and Greylag Geese, of which a huge mixed flock were out of the water on the grass across the lake. Coots were present in number but scattered across the waters and at one time a large flock of mixed Corvids took to the air. It took a telescope view to tell us there were Crows and Rooks, and a smaller number of Jackdaws in the flock as they settled on trees across the water.

Over lunch some of us enjoyed seeing a Greater Spotted Woodpecker on the feeders, and then we walked in the direction of the woodland with sightings of bullfinch, grey wagtail and long tailed tits, and on the second water, better sightings of goldeneye and of the ever popular little grebe.

A| sparrow hawk spotted on the way home brought the day’s total to forty four species. This evening as per forecast the heavy rain has returned

Bird’s seen: Little grebe, Great crested grebe, Cormorant, Grey heron, Mute swan, Greylag goose, Canada goose, Wigeon, Gadwall, Teal, Mallard, Pochard,
Tufted Duck, Goldeneye, Gooosander, Sparrowhawk, Moorhen, Coot, Lapwing, Black headed gull, Woodpigeon, Feral pigeon, Greater spotted woodpecker, Grey wagtail, Pied wagtail, Dunnock, Robin, Blackbird, Long tailed tit, Blue tit, Great tit, Jay, Magpie, Jackdaw, Rook, Carrion crow, Starling, House sparrow, Tree sparrow, Chaffinch, Greenfinch, Goldfinch, Bullfinch, and Reed bunting. (46)

Oct. 5th, 2013

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There was stillness in the garden for twenty minutes

Early afternoon I was standing at the kitchen window preparing for the evening meal and watching the birds at the same time, reflecting on how lucky I was to have such a variety of bird life to enjoy, coming to the garden feeders.
Red headed gold finches clustered around the sunflower hearts in the globe feeder and on the mixed seed feeder too, no need to go to the extent of Niger seeds here. Blue tits and coal tits were flitting from the hedge to the feeders and back. A wood pigeon sat cogitating on the arched arm of the feeding station,sparrows pecked at the seed on the tray and sat patiently filling their faces at the six port feeder, a group of starlings gathered up the "crumbs" under the table and three or four feral pigeons out of a visiting population of about twenty four birds were gleaning what they could from the whole feeding area.....then it happened.
Faster than I could follow, the birds rose and disappeared bar one, struck down by the cat we call "Slug", a most unattractive grey slug like colour complete with a narrow leather collar, but not apparently a bell.Slug, struck down with his paw, and buried fangs in the neck of the feral and then before I could get to the door let alone get out to do anything about it, he was gone, taking his catch with him.It was the first time in sixty seven years I had witnessed a cat kill. Anger rose uselessly from within,I felt numb at what I had seen, in my garden, whilst dining at my table, a feral pigeon had been dispatched unceremoniously, swiftly and efficiently to bird heaven or whatever place they might go to in the beyond.
There was stillness in the garden for twenty minutes,and I fumed in silence as I watched the silent killing ground, and finished my task of preparation for our evening meal as I pulled the last piece of chicken flesh from the roast bird I had bought at Morrisons this morning.

Sep. 6th, 2013

Dandy

Martin Luther King:

For we’ve come to see the power of nonviolence. We’ve come to see that this method is not a weak method, for it’s the strong man who can stand up amid opposition, who can stand up amid violence being inflicted upon him and not retaliate with violence.
You see, this method has a way of disarming the opponent. It exposes his moral defenses. It weakens his morale, and at the same time it works on his conscience, and he just doesn’t know what to do. If he doesn’t beat you, wonderful. If he beats you, you develop the quiet courage of accepting blows without retaliating. If he doesn’t put you in jail, wonderful. Nobody with any sense likes to go to jail. But if he puts you in jail, you go in that jail and transform it from a dungeon of shame to a haven of freedom and human dignity. And even if he tries to kill you, (He can’t kill you) you’ll develop the inner conviction that there are some things so dear, some things so precious, some things so eternally true, that they are worth dying for. And I submit to you that if a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.

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