Whizzy garden birds

I have a studio at the end of my long elongated garden.
One wall is nearly an entirely window. Instead of working, I often use the studio as a bird watching sanctuary, especially at this time of the year. How lucky I am to watch at really close range little garden birds, right outside my window, where I am undetected. And not only is watching them truly an inspiration, but their birds songs are beauty itself.

Birds are Messengers from the gods, I wish I was in tune, literally with them, to understand their stories.
I should join a Twitchers group, but I could be the annoying one who keeps fidgetting in the hide (now that sounds a condition I need to see a doctor about).

Thanks to my chum AEIB who suggests the scent of flowers as a pick-me-up. Totally in agreement, my house is full of the smell of sweet narcissus, something my cat seems to enjoy too.

highway robbery .............

Dick Turpin met his maker almost 370 years ago. He was a highway robber but actually was convicted and hanged for horse rustling (a crime punishable by death in those days)
Oh how times have changed, it would seem today that highway robbery is now legal.
Dick & his horse Black Bess have been replaced by 2 blokes in a battered old ford fiesta type van who, no different to Dick, demand your cash.

Yes I was clamped tonight and £90 poorer!!!



Thank goodness for the kind people in this world. A lovely lady over in Canada (Fracas) has bestowed on Sunny & I the gift of smell the flowers. And as it says, quite rightly 'one journey, many discoveries'

We often forget, in our busy lives, to take stock, slow down and indeed smell the flowers.

Sunny has been very much under the weather recently and chatting to her last night I am so pleased that she is feeling a lot better.

Sunny, Fracas sent you a message through me ~ 'I hope she knows I’m thinking about her. You too, but smelling flowers is good for the soul. I wish her flowers.'

times they are a changing

I had a great excuse to visit my birthplace today paid for by the company.
My birthplace is The European City of Culture 2008.... yes Liverpool. Of which I am very proud.

But what has happened? The skyline was just full of cranes, the streets were dug up with my well trodden short cuts blocked off with hoardings and men in hi vis jackets.
So much construction, disarray and dust.
The new arena is finished on the dock side but that is surrounded by a complete mess.

The glorious 3 Graces are shadowed by what is going on.
I didn't recognise my beautiful city anymore.
Maybe I should leave it a while before I return again when all the cranes have left.

new music

This what my teen is listening tonight live at the Academy .......... her next door neighbour who I have known since he was 2 years old :-)