No, not the starlings, they never left, and annoyingly, I don’t have a picture. The grey wagtails, well one of them, which has reappeared in the garden today. We frightened them off when we put the garden furniture out earlier in the year, and now that the table & chairs have gone from the patio, there they were bouncing away. I can’t tell you how much that pleased me. Lovely to see.
I’ve started a thing each morning, where I read a page of three books; a nature calendar, todays page was about Moorhens, and in particular how big their feet are in relation to the rest of their body. Then there is Gilbert Whites Journals, not mind you his natural history of Selborn, a different book, from 1768, he was commenting in January on the foul smelling blue fog that was invading the county from London. It must have been dreadful, then there is Ian Dales’ 365 days of politics. Todays piece was about John Turner Walton Newbold, the first communist MP to be elected to Parliament. He was elected in 1922.
Once again, I didn’t get up and go for my walk this morning, although I did manage to get out for a short walk at lunchtime. It’s not enough though. I do need to do more exercise. At the moment though, I just can’t summon the energy to get up. I will have to I try better. It’s just not good enough.
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