There was a gold crest lek in my garden this morning (south ceredigion). They danced and flicked their tails for half an hour or so, oblivious of me. In case you can’t see it, the third one is prostrating itself on the top of the stone.
MO75? WTF is that all about? Seen it a few times on the lanes of Donegal. Some Masonic meaning perhaps? Or Fifth Columnists operating on Irish soil. Somebody should be told!
Had my piece about the Mari Lwyd tradition published in The Roamer page of the Belfast newsletter. Thanks Charlie.
The first waves of Redwing are pouring across Ceredigion. Soon they will remember our centuries old garden yew and see that it is stuffed with ripeness. Then the spectacle starts proper as our resident Mistle & Song Thrushes desperately try to defend the tree. “We were here first! These are all ours!”
Hyperactive scritchy-scratchy sky over Capel Betws Lleucu (Ceredigion) this afternoon. The sort of sky that would have chem-trail conspiracists rushing to twitter to warn us all.
First light and our resident male sang his last notes. The Sparrowhawk flushing through three or four times a day finally got his meal. Everything but the keratin consumed – just the beak, feet and feathers left to tell the story.
As luck would have it, this blackbird’s chicks fledged from the nest in my shed a week ago.
Not staying if it’s not a castle! Kinnity Castle, Co. Offaly. Foloowed by a sleet-dodging blast up the Slieve Blooms to Wolftrap mountain. From the antenna sprouted latter there came forth a poem. A film poem actually. Currently in its gestation period.
Other pics: street scene in Birr, Co. Offaly, a vintage petrol pump in the street there and the Laois/Offaly border
Are a thing. Second year of producing Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society calendars – by popular demand. Most of the photos are my own. Heirlooms, these.
Shocking outbreak of vicious tree cannibalism in west Wales this week.
If Erwin Schrödinger made roadsigns…
