Met Eireann have issued another weather-warning for the weekend. I have plans to baton down the hatches and immerse myself in mitten-knitting.All is calm today so I took my chance to soak up more sunshine, dilute as it is, while I still could.
The birds were twittering in the most cheerful fashion.
I saw a Young Scientist project last year that fascinated me.
Students analysed the correlation between the traditional music of an area and the song of native birds in that region.
They did some hard sums and demonstrated a common thread between the music of countries lying along the migratory paths of various birds (read more here).
It would seem that the birds taught us to sing.
I’ve been doing my nut trying to get decent shots of these little birds.They just don’t stop fluttering around for even a second.
I have dozens of photos of empty branches.
Some are more camera-shy than others.
Or, are clearly toying with me.
Who’s a pretty boy, then?
Mr. Drake here lifted his head and gave me a look that said, ‘Excuse me, we are trying to get some sleep here’.
And then went back to sleep. Cute couple, huh?
It’s amazing to me how much more you notice when you carry a camera in your pocket.
I’ve spotted a crab apple tree, mental note for next year’s jelly.
Are these teasel? I think they are. I have grown some from seed this autumn but they are still only a few inches high. I’ve been like an excited child watching the goldfinches on the Verbena this year and I’ve read that teasel is equally magnetic to small birds.
What do you think? Spray them gold? Silver? Fake snow?
For now they are looking very dramatic on the hall table.
Notice the photos of my family posing with a dozen strange men.
That’s Husband on the left;might go some way to explaining his aversion to coloured jeans.
This is my Small Girl heading out, on her Daddy’s arm, for her first night on the town. Never, in the history of theatre, has any person, big or small, enjoyed a performance quite as much as this girl enjoyed Beauty And The Beast at the Cork Opera House. She cheered and boo-ed and bellowed, ‘He’s behind you!‘ as if her little life depended on it. She made me cry from pure joy and at the end she turned to Husband and said, ‘they were real humans Daddy, wasn’t that amazing?’.
Joy. Pure, pure joy.
Wishing a sprinkling of that joy to you this weekend.