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So much to write

Julia saw a Peregrine Falcon last night. They make quite a distinctive noise, which was what made her look up. We’ve had Kestrels and Sparrowhawks before, but this is a new bird for the street. In previous years we’ve seen them over the rugby pitches by the river and a nearby retail park, but never at this end of town.

We are familiar with the sound they make as they nest in the middle of Nottingham and Julia used to work in an adjoining building. They didn’t do well this year.

In terms of experiences this is quite a high quality experience. The same goes for seeing a Muntjac deer in Lincolnshire on Wednesday.  It’s the second time we’ve seen one in the same area this year. It’s always good to see deer, though I do worry about them being on the roads.

Today’s eBay loading wasn’t quite such a high-quality experience. One of the lots was 24 Bamforth comic postcards. I use the term “comic” loosely because my sense of humour has changed a lot since I used to find them hilarious. However, three of them sold within an hour so they are still popular. The quality threshold might be low but they pay the wages.

Bamforths, it seems, were also the founders of the Yorkshire film industry, but that’s a story for another day.

First of all I had to sell decimal coins, now it’s saucy postcards…

Tomorrow it’s Captain Scarlet. I like Captain Scarlet.

Angel Interceptor

Angel Interceptor

First Lambs

Well, I was right about the sheep being less reliable than a calendar. The first lambs (twins) came a couple of hours after the last post, though only one survived. The other one isn’t looking particularly healthy either. It’s not an upbeat way to start a post, but that’s farming for you.

That’s the problem with sheep, too much drama. Chickens will lay eggs by the hundred and pigs will pump out dozens of piglets, but ask a sheep to drop a couple of lambs and it’s like a Shakespearean tragedy. Royal babies are born with less effort.

Julia and the group collected the eggs, planted bedding and measured the micro-climate in the agroforestry project today. We’ve also been watching the Peregrine Falcons on the Nottingham Trent University webcam.



Meanwhile I’ve offered encouragement, sent emails, done a couple of bookings, tweeted, blogged, had a neighbour in to discuss the Easter Egg Hunt, helped another with an email account and had half an hour on the phone to the NHS discussing the state of my health. They are convinced that I’m unhealthy because I’m fat, and though it’s true that I could be thinner and fitter I don’t generally feel too bad. However, by the time I’d finished with the telephone consultation I did feel a bit peaky. The NHS tends to have that effect on me.

We did establish one interesting point – I have more units of cake a week than I do of alcohol. Two biscuits is one unit. Two! I admitted to eight units a week. What has it come to when I am completely open about my smoking (gave up 15 years ago), drinking (almost none these days) and exercise (ditto) but find myself lying about my biscuit habit?

It doesn’t look like a particularly industrious day, despite the effort involved in lying about my biscuit intake. It’s certainly not, as the man from the NHS pointed out, been a day of exercise.

Now I’m going to brew tea and have a meeting, and no, I will not be having a biscuit.



Peregrination – a bad pun for a title

Sorry, not been as regular as I’d like with the writing, and now that I’m back I’m wandering off subject.

This is an interesting link, though it can be a little short on action. Just had a look to see what was happening and the most exciting thing was a fly buzzing round. I imagine there will be a few of them about as it isn’t the most hygenic of nests. Can you imagine having that on a window ledge outside your office? I’m all for nature but I’d draw the line at having pigeons dismembered while I was trying to concentrate on a spreadsheet or whatever office workers do – I’m hazy on what office work involves as I’ve never done any.

This is another local example though the feed isn’t quite so good.

To be honest, I’ve never quite trusted peregrines – it’s the moustachios. Stick an opera cape and a top hat on them and they’d soon be off evicting widows and orphans.

Goshawk here. They seem to be becoming fashionable after H is for Hawk. I haven’t actually finished the book so I just spoiled the ending by reading the review. If you don’t want to spoil the ending don’t read the review. The book seems OK so far but from what I just read the ending isn’t up to much – it’s full of hope, and I’m not in favour of hope at the moment: it’s one of those days.