WARNING WARNING
BIOHAZARD ALERT
LEVEL 3 PATHOGEN DETECTED
PROCEED ONLY WITH FULL BL:3 PPE
As you may have guessed from my oh-so-subtle intro, I have been struck down by the plague. I'm a week in and still coffin like Henry, so thus the lack of update. [As opposed to my usual simple lack of getting it together].
I have got myself out birding, but only a gentle amble about Yarner on Monday afternoon with the Folks [who fear no lurgy] and Canis horribilis salivatus [whose slobber could probably defeat anything up to BL4 all by itself...]. Prior to that I was utterly wasted, staggering outside only when unavoidable.
So still not seen a Ringo. [Or that verdammt Little Gull...]
Ahem.
It was rather nice [when not coffin], and the latest set of cherry flapjacks were deemed a success.
Also, in a shock break, a Marshie actually sat and posed;
Marsh Tit
See that lovely pale spot at the base of the upper mandible? You see that, it's a Marsh Tit [angle, light, moult, the bird's posture, can make all sorts of other things look diffeent]
Also,
Honeysuckle
Whirligig Beetles
Frogspaw-
Tadpoles!
Moss!
Rushing waters
Leat
Winter light
It was lovely and quiet, with noise only from birds [a Treecreeper sang. It was wonderful]
And finally, I did get a Yeartick, with a couple of Collared Doves seen in passing in Newton :)
[145]
I hope that I'll be at least slightly effective next weekend, but, well, the plague does as it will...
Be Seeing You...
[From a safe distance]
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