Two close-encounters with murderous birds in as many days.
A short walk with Mark Cocker to admire the natural grandeur of a Yorkshire wood.
A cross-genre performance of music and words.
In which I attend a philosophical guided walk on a familiar patch.
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.