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I swear there was  a Great Tit perching when I pushed the button

First – an acceptance. It’s a good start to the day (it was waiting when I switched on my emails) and it’s a good start to last month’s submissions. The normal caveats apply – past performance is not a guide to future success, one day the illusion of my talent will fall apart, and, mostly, I have submitted to a magazine I have never submitted to before and three editors that have  always rejected my work, so there could be tricky times ahead. However, for now, I have a smile on my face.

See – there was one

Julia got up early and went for a run. She is finding retirement hard as she hasn’t enough to do and she has nearly worn the new floors out with sweeping, hoovering, mopping and polishing. I feel sorry for them. While she was out, I took pictures of several birds, but mainly just the recently vacated feeders. When the Blackcap came it fed from the opposite side of the feeder so I couldn’t get a decent shot and, later, when the Long-tailed tits arrived, I had already taken the camera away.

Breakfast was ready for her when she got back. It was only cereal and toast but it’s always nice to have something ready to put on the table on her return. At our age these things are just as important as chocolates and flowers. In fact, a healthy breakfast is better than chocolates.

That was a blue tit a split second previously . . .

On that subject, I note that our breakfast blueberries came from Morocco. Last week they were from Peru. It’s good to have healthy food and a good variety, but it does make me worry about my carbon footprint and whether my breakfast is contributing to the end of mankind. It could, I suppose, be worse. At least no pigs are harmed in this sort of breakfast.

I’m currently in the middle of writing submissions which need to be done by the 15th, but with twelve days to go, the sense of urgency has not yet cut in, and I am finding it hard going.

And that used to have a blackcap on it

It’s a bit like homeopathy, my photography, pared down and diluted so that only the suggestion of a possibility of a bird remains.  Or “inept” might be the word I’m looking for.