Due to the coronavirus crisis, Jen began working from home today. So I vacated the study and moved office on to the dining table. One unforeseen advantage of this move was that it gave me a distracting front-row view of the bird table. Philip the garden pheasant was looking magnificent in his spring plumage as he prowled around all afternoon in search of seeds dropped by other birds. There were plenty of goldfinches around, as usual, as well as house sparrows, dunnocks, chaffinches, blue tits, great tits, and the occasional greenfinch. Annoyingly, one of the local magpies has worked out how to circumvent the supposedly crow-proof feeder in the cherry tree. Highlight of the day was several fleeting bird-table visits from the local coal tit. They never hang around: in, grab a seed, out!
After Jen finished work, we took an evening walk around the lanes, making sure to ‘socially distance’ ourselves from other strollers. Curlews were burbling in the fields. The weather was glorious. A perfect start to spring, were it not for the damned pandemic.
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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