On a walk along the riverbank the Canada Geese are likely to swim over to you to see if anything is going.
Not to be out done….
a swan swam closer
just to make sure I could capture his beauty.
As I walked along the riverbank I noticed this little chap watching me
And what you don’t see from this next picture
is that minutes before they all had marched together across the grass to reach the riverbank.
And now buildings old
of times past
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It’s mid morning, the sound of a wood pigeon in the distance calls to me. I pick up a camera, the Canon PowerShot SX50 HS is my choice of camera for today.
Walking through the countryside I heard the distinctive song of a robin.
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I spend a lot of time just walking along the banks of the river (Great Ouse) during my lunch breaks and on the odd occasion or two a quick evening stroll before I make the mad dash home through the traffic. Always carrying a camera of some sort I get to take a lot of photographs of swans, geese (mainly Canada geese) ducks, the resident cormorants and of course the herons.
I find herons fascinating birds, they are so patient, waiting for the right moment, then quick as a flash they have caught their supper.
Where one Canada goose, the rest follows….. They graze constantly, then one after another they synchronize their dive into the river, swimming across to see if someone sitting on the opposite bank has something for them.
The swans of course just glide up and down the river
Meet up for a quick chat (and a bite to eat)
Pop over to see what others are having for lunch
and then its Homeward Bound
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My grandmother, and mother would have called today ‘A Soft Day’ It’s been raining on and off all day, more of a drizzle than showers. The wind has died down, the temperature has dropped but it is not cold. The sun is hidden behind the low clouds. If you listen carefully you can hear birds singing. Not the vibrant songs of last week, just the calls to one another. A solitary cat walks into my garden, no longer looking for shade.
As a youngster on holiday in Ireland, we would often experience ‘A Soft Day’ I would spend the day sitting at the front door of my grandparents cottage, on the little step (my grandparents lived in identical cottages’ sometimes reading the latest Enid Blyton book I had purchased in Woolworths in Clonmel (paying the taxes that bumped up the price by 6d) as I had read all the books I had brought with me. Or filling in countless notebooks with short stories about children who climbed over the dry stone walls and met up with Leprechauns, Banshees and Pookas.
It was on days like this I could let my imagination run wild!
Funnily enough, today I have found my self sitting in the shelter of the doorway to my house, as soft rain quietly falls around me, wondering what could be behind the moss covered stone wall – letting my imagination run and jump wildly in the air. Maybe I will go and have a look!
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I could watch a heron fishing all day. They have so much patience.
and then in a flash
They take flight
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Today I embarked on a long Sunday morning walk, before it got too hot!
My walk took me along a bridleway, and after a few minutes the sound of traffic with the sound of birdsong.
Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, bees buzzed.
Horses grazed in their field
and as I looked across the fields
I spied this little chap
The ground is still very dry as the heatwave continues.
All in all a pleasant Sunday morning walk, meeting a few dog walkers, and the constant sound of yellowhammers singing in the distance.
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On one of my regular lunchtime walks along the river, I passed through my usual turning point (Town Bridge) and made my way to the weir. Sitting down to eat my lunch, camera at the ready I spied the usual swans, ducks and Canada geese. It was a pleasant surprize to see a couple of herons fly in.
It was many years ago on this river that I first saw a heron for the first time.
As I sat watching the Canada geese, I became aware that they were watching me as they grazed the sunburnt grass
One in particular followed me to the rubbish bin as I disposed of my sandwich packaging, hissing his disappointment
at not receiving a snack!
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