Everything has it's beauty, but not everyone sees it. - Confucius
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Sunday, 31 May 2015

Last one from May

Still in Wales,






and hands are full with 3 little puppies.



Here's a couple of them.







The weather has been more like winter, than summer, and I've only managed a couple of outings so far.
I did get to Lake Vyrnwy on one day, in the hope of seeing a Wood Warbler.







While I was there, there were good numbers of Pied Flycatchers too.





Not the best of pictures from the visit, but great birds to see.




Another day I managed a visit to RSPB Conwy; always a favourite place to visit when I'm here. I focused mainly on plants while I was here.




Hedgerow Cranesbill






Bird's-foot-trefoil






 A Marsh Orchid, I think. Either way, my first orchid of the year.



They have a small 'tended garden' there too, and some lovely Aquilegia plants, amongst others.





and this one




The first time I've seen a double flowered one.




Around the cottage, the trees are now green, and a few Bluebells in flower.






A lot of these about too, growing in the uncut grass.





Thyme-leaved Speedwell




The moth trap has had a couple of outings, on the odd evenings we've had no rain.




Scalloped Hazell






Swallow Prominent






Early Thorn





Undoubtedly though, the real star finds so far, (apart from an overhead Nightjar one night; but sadly no pictures) was this Tawny Owl.







A BIG surprise one morning was the sight of these two little fluffballs.




It's been great to see how much they've grown over the last few days.




A couple of days later, after some heavy rain.





All the time one of the adult birds are never far away in the tree.





But the little starlets from yesterday morning, 30th May







A bit heavy on the pictures in this post, sorry about that, but I hope you find something that you enjoyed.



Enjoy your day.





Sunday, 24 May 2015

Here's Whisky



Here's a quick introduction to my new family member.





At the moment, we are in north Wales, with two of his brothers.




Obi





Thistle




Lots of play, eating and sleeping.







My other best mate here, Ellie has really taken to them now.
When they first arrived, she was very wary and nervous. Lots of stressful dribbling like when she is on a car journey. (not a good traveller)
But since I've arrived, and we have all messed around together, she has really calmed down; so much, that her maternal instincts have kicked in, and she watches and plays with them like they were her own puppies. Amazing to watch her with them, since at 2 years old, she is really only a puppy herself.








They are a cross between a Cocker Spaniel and a working Border Collie. I'm sure there is some fancy name for them these days, like a Cockercollie or something equally stupid, but in my day they were called mongrels, so a mongrel he is. A lovable one.



I think I'm going to be very busy with him over the next few weeks.









Sunday, 17 May 2015

The Thrill is Gone




A few days ago, a blues legend died. He was 89. He was BB King.



The heading is the title of one of his many, many great songs; and neatly sums up how I've felt about blogging for some time.
It had seemed to become like a merry go round of mutual gratification at times; or at least that's how I was beginning to see it.



Plus, as I get older, I get lazier.
I get a lot of, 'I can't be arsed' moments.



I like to go out, I like to take pictures, I like to watch the birds and nature around me.
Some days I can't be arsed to go out. I'll take the pictures, but many just sit on the computer, because I can't be arsed to do something with them.
And the birds and nature are still enjoyable, (when I have made the effort to go out), but the rush to add another bird to the 'tick' list, has gone. Even when it's not far from here, I can't be arsed.


It's probably not all the fault of blogging. Events in my life at the moment are taking over.


My mum has been getting rather frail as she gets older, (getting old is cruel and rotten).
And she's been getting forgetful for some time. She has always been a worrier, but the past few months it's been hard seeing her slowly deteriorate, and then more speedily get worse. The simplest of tasks would need a Herculean effort on her part.
She was scared she was losing her mind, and she would finish up in a home.
The most scary, was she would see people she knew, indoors, but they were not there.
To her, they were real, and even though they didn't respond when she spoke to them, in her mind, they were real.
I was there a couple of times, after I had visited her and left to go home, I was still there, in a chair, a couple of hours later. So real, that she cooked me something to eat, even though I had taken her out for a dinner earlier, when I was there.
Finally, a diagnosis has been made, and some medication seems to be making a big difference. She has been diagnosed with 'Lewy bodies Dementia'.
No cure though, just another cruel part of the ageing process.


Recently, after I got back from Wales, one of the hard drives in the computer died. The one with my pictures on. I'd backed everything up during March, and I was about to back up again, when disaster struck.
A lot of time, work and stress later, I managed to get things sorted. New drive, pictures added, and more importantly for me, the 'lost' pictures restored, thanks to some excellent software called '7 Data Photo Recovery'. Worth looking at for those disaster moments.


And a new addition to my life soon in the shape of a new puppy.
He was going to finish up in a dogs home, because he was unwanted. My soft side took over, and I stepped in.
He is a cross between a Cocker Spaniel and a Border Collie. Black and white; but he has no name yet.
Maybe Whisky?
Maybe he is what's needed to kick my arse back into gear.



So, enough of my misery.



These are from a day I could be arsed to go out. I didn't take many pictures, but as I was making my way back to the car, I spotted half a dozen birders staring intently at some reeds just to the side of a footpath. As I got closer, I asked, 'What we all looking at?'

A Bluethroat.

Now that's a bit rare here.








See ya.