A rare bird visits our garden.
In which I encounter a brown and white magpie.
In nature, individuals aren’t just in competition with the elements or other species.
In which I (again) bemoan the naming of storms, and experience what it’s like to go off grid.
This wonderful autumn has finally begun to show signs of ‘back-endishness’, although there are still plenty of glorious colours to admire.
After several days of pretty dreadful weather, Jen and I were finally able to get some decent autumn strolls in over the last week.
A surprisingly fruitful week in terms of random bird encounters
Our semi-tame resident pheasant, Philip (whom I suspect is actually Philip III), has been strutting proudly about the garden the last few days with missus and kids in tow.
…that Jen and I moved into our forever home.
A wren and a woodpecker.
Two random encounters.
I have been interviewed for the local HebWeb site.