I’ve been beavering away on the keyboard, watching TV and chatting to Julia (made possible by the absence of Number One Son doing a double shift) and I nearly forgot to post.
These are some photos from yesterday afternoon at Clumber park. I like the park, it’s just the service in the cafe I’m not keen on. I may have mentioned that.
The study of Japanese poetry must be rubbing off on me – crows in dead trees are pretty standard in haiku. So are herons.
I’m going to do my bit by making robins into a cliche too. They are great subjects, particularly as they come right up for a look at the camera.
I would have had more bird photos but a pair of pensioners drove up and started throwing bread into the lake – attracting all the birds and filling them up with low-grade food.
Awesome photos – especially of the robins. AND a video. I am impressed.
Thank you. Robins make great subjects for photography.
Pensioners are terrible people.
I’m looking forward to gettingmine so I’ll reserve judgement on that one.
Your robins look very different from ours, and I can never see too many photos of your robins. Keep posting ’em!
🙂 I will do my best.
Right, Laurie? Their shape is more like a wren, to me. And their song is nothing like our Robin’s song. Could it be the red breast? Maybe an Englishman (or woman) came over here long ago and saw OUR robin with a similar colored breast and named it “robin” for old time’s sake.
I have been told that the red breast is the reason.
Could be! Love seeing those British Robin’s.
🙂
Those little robins look quite worthy of poetry!
🙂 They are.