Thursday, 27 November 2008
Walking to work this morning, I often hear birds singing/calling.
I could hear tits either side of me, and was just beginning to consider why birds still alarm call at Humans, even though it's highly unlikely we'll ever catch one(unless you have a gun)...
Suddenly I notice that the calling is very loud in my ear, this continues for a distance and I begin to think to myself:
"Shouldn't that have quietened by now since I walked past the birds?"
I look to my side and there's a flock of tits, following me through the hedges! I stop to look at a LTT, it perches and calls at me. Other tits join it, I assume Blue tits but they were silhouetted against the sun.
Then I move on and they continue to also move. Eventually the hedging ends and their calls fade into the distance.
Very strange! :D
Just wish they were in my garden instead!
Sunday, 23 November 2008
I hate Manchester, with a passion. After going to Uni there I have very little desire to ever return – I even commuted for my final year rather than live there a) it was far cheaper to commute than rent b) it’s just as bad as London, no one has manners no one says please or thank you, no one smiles. Not somewhere I want to be c) I forgot just how much it rains.
We set off from Sheffield, sunshine and such. Got to Manchester and it was teeming it down, now anyone attempting to buy trainers these days will know how hard it is to get modern girls trainers that aren’t in the ballerina style, the same style I was wearing. By the time we made it to the Imax my feet were squelching, even with an umbrella.
I spent the entire film with my shoes and socks off, freezing cold with my coat around me because they didn’t seem to understand people don’t want to be cold in the cinema. Aircon was on far too high.
After, as my trainers were ruined (they’d turned a lovely shade of grey thanks to the dirty water) I braved the Arndale centre *shudder* and shopping area in an attempt to buy some trainers. They didn’t have the only style I wanted in my size, so I ended up paying £50 for some trainers I didn’t really like, then I had to also buy some more socks as the original pair were soaked through.
Eventually we pretty much ran back to Piccadilly train station as quickly as I could to get out of the city and on our way home.
My brother also realised what a god awful place it is, and was more desperate than me to get home. After telling me off all the time for slating the city he finally also saw it for what it is. I think the main problem is you get lots of ‘scallies’ coming in from other areas such as Stockport, Oldham, Rochdale, Liverpool, Bolton, Salford. A scallie is the scouse version of a Chav, commonly used in Manchester, but pretty much is used as a chav these days rather than just for scousers. So it’s full of ‘unsavouries’ piling in off the trains heading straight for chav central, or the Arndale centre. Sadly, in order to get to the nicer areas like the Print works, triangle centre, Urbis and the Selfridges and M&S building you have to go through the Arndale, or round the back behind a rather scary bus station.
Yes there is amazing architecture – certainly more recently with the fantastic new law courts, but seriously if you dislike London for the earlier mentioned reasons, don’t bother with Manchester.
*btw, here in Sheffield chavs were/are called townies. Before the media got hold of the word Chav. In Newcastle they’re known as Charvers.
Anyway, that was quite a rant, but similar to Pete’s tour of England (and mainly the south) I pretty much gave you all a spiffing report of Manchester! Hahaha.
Onto the reason for me even writing a post:
We had a Wren visit this morning, it was very close to the house and posed rather nicely for me! Shame the weather was dire – why couldn’t it wait an hour when it was lovely and sunny?!! Although, it was still freeeeezing.
Well, I did some Christmas shopping today! Woo hoo, got some out of the way! Still got a way to go though, and should probably take some money out of my savings to cover it - just in case! :D
Saturday, 15 November 2008
I bought some Cyclamen to go in a pot by the front door, loads of bulbs were then buried beneath – probably too many, but what the heck, I need to use them up!
I also bought a nice hanging basket for the bracket by the front door too, it has some lovely cheerful little violas in it, and as it was reduced, I again thought what the heck and went for it rather than ripping everything out of the one there already and putting new plants in. All it needed was some dead-heading and it’ll be fine, I look forward to seeing its cheery little face through the Autumn and Winter.
I tidied some of the garden, but it was wet, I now have some wellies though so will be itching to get out next weekend (unless I manage to tomorrow, unsure yet).
I bought some grit to put in the soil as I turn it to help with drainage, there was only one bag left though, so it’s not going to spread far!
I now need to work on the pots in the back, as some must be 4 years old now; they need ripping out and new plants/compost putting in. I need to divide a dicentra and a primula and I’ll also probably plant lots of bulbs beneath them too. I just need to buy some more viola/pansy/cyclamen to plant in them to give some colour.
No Waxwing sightings yet, perhaps I’ll see some on the way into work next week! Hahaha, I can dream!
Sorry, I’m running out of nice images to post for you all and since there’s very little left to photograph I’m resorting to old images…
Sunday, 9 November 2008
Last week was so dark, gloomy and drizzly that I never had the opportunity to do anything.
I'm off for the next week, so have plans. Planting the rest of the bulbs is top priority for me, then I need to do some tidying, going to cut back the sweet peas so I don't end up creating a nursery for slugs/snails to hide out in.
I'm at a loss what to do, I need to turn the soil and get grit in there to help with drainage and breaking up the clay but at the same time I have perennials planted... What do I do?
And now for a photo of me as a child, no reason. Just because.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
I recently realised I never posted photos from Scotland... It's been a long time, but here we go anyway:
First we have the star of the show, Red Squirrel:
One of these made a surprise visit, a Wood Warbler:
Then a Grey Wagtail:
And a Treecreeper, the most I saw were 4 in the same tree.
Then we had the Woodies arrive, in the past I've only ever had a quick glimpse of them, it would seem they're used to the feeders now:
And then off to Abernethy, there are lots of feeders all over. A group in some trees when you first arrive and walk up to the reception, this I assume is to entice people to pay and enter the centre as there are often Red Squirrels(rather fat reds I might add!) and in the past the ground has been crawling with voles... However they've not gone?? This was also where I saw my crested tit around 4/5 years ago.As you walk through the forest there are more feeders dotted around in the trees with heather on the left and a small stream. Again birds are everywhere, as are the Squirrels!
Eventually you will arrive at the Osprey hide, which is a large hide/visitor centre with shop and information, cameras and such. On the outside, yep you guessed it, even more feeders. One to the left is where the live camera is, then there's a barrier area with camouflage netting around and yet more feeders. These feeders around the back are owned by the Greenfinch, which pretty much cover them all.
A little Wren flitting around finally came out to pose:
A Robin looking very pretty:
Saturday, 1 November 2008
So far today I've had:
No Green finch though, which is odd.
Last weekend I bought myself an Orchid and as we also got some sun I decided to get to know it a bit better: