Yes, finally, something other than a cat or a blackbird! We took the camera down from its position yesterday afternoon and I watched through the videos and looked a the photos. We now know what is making the tracks around the Garden bit of the estate (not by our house in the village), but it look a lot of zooming and searching and thinking. This is the best image I could do (because all that image enhancement on CSI and NCIS is military boloney).
Anyway, the camera is now set up in a new position, and I will have to contain my excitement until Saturday next week to see what the new position gets (Big Hint, Santa, I want hares and badgers and deer and foxes and pheasants and partridges and hedgehogs!).
In the news today I see that Richard Rogers has fallen off his perch at the age of 88. My Dad was very friendly with his first father in law, Marcus Brumwell, and used to stay at the house Rogers designed for him on the Fal Estuary. I was therefore fascinated to see Creek Vean featured in the BBC obituary. I remember visiting it once, when perhaps 13 years old. Mum was having kittens while I was in the house due to the number of quality modern ceramics dotted around, while when I was in the garden I got annoyed with all the stones with holes dotted around - only Barbara Hepworth sculptures, but at 13 one tends to be a philistine!
The photo is from the BBC website, but is credited to English Heritage.
The days are nearing their shortest now, so it isn't surprising to see the moon rise as I go to lock up the chickens in the evening. Or it shouldn't be, but the anticyclone is locking humidity at ground level so for much of the time we have been "enjoying" wall to wall low level murk. Yesterday was different fortunately, so I was able to capture moon rise over the Church and next door's underwear (better photo editing required in future me thinks). It is just past the full, but was exceedingly bright.
Although the bulk of winter is still ahead of us, there are ever more signs that plants are preparing for the spring. There are seedlings appearing of annual flowers and weeds, and the tiny buttons of next year's sedums by the dead stalks from this year. The polyanthus that John rescued from a bin are also starting to prepare flowers to brighten up January - and in a clever bit of planting, I got the purple ones in by the shrub with the spookily purple berries.
Well, that's all for today - there really is very little new going on at the moment, other than laying bets as to when curfew will be reinstated and when travel within France will be limited (my personal bet is for the 29th December). The next instalment is likely to be on the 27th and hopefully will include more wildlife photography from the trail camera. In the meantime, Happy December 25th.
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