OneGuyFromBarlick

Enjoying Autumn, Mary throws leaves into a beam of sunlight.

Mallard slips on the ice and blurs the shot he slipped into the open water looking most astonished.

The photo of Mary and the leaves is beautiful.

Yes Liz all the family liked that one,I have printed a few copies for them.

One of the Hinds puts her ear over the stags nose, as if upstaging him.

I love these plants. Not all mine perform as well as this one.

Thousands of starlings around this morning....it was a bit dangerous looking skywards as they flew overhead. I didn't have a camera with me at the right time to catch the "murmuration" but at lunchtime my neighbour's tree was alive with them.

It is mesmorising to stand and watch the starlings as they perform their dance before roosting. The experts say they do this to confuse attackers, to me it looks like the joy of life.

What happens when nature takes over and redesigns man made structures.The red pebbles were once house bricks.

In the garden yesterday. I think it's a white faced heron.

I like herons......

Two collared doves must think it is Spring - they are building a nest in our cherry tree!!

Moh, I noticed sex rearing its ugly head amongst the birds in Valley Gardens this week..... Get in early and often!

Whilst waiting for Mary to come out of a supermarket I sat on a wall alongside the river Teifi. Below me was a family of ducks on the mud, as the tide came into the river this is the moment when the first duckling floated.[attachment=0]PHOT0006.JPG

Upland beck blocked by timber, and not a Beaver in sight.

I thought my backyard lizard (a blue tongue) had left for a while but there he was yesterday 'bold as brass' drinking out of a shallow water bowl that I put out for the birds. As soon as he had disappeared under some ivy the native birds came back and had their fill. Lovely to see.

One of the collared doves which was building a nest is now a pile o feathers under the tree. not sure who the culprit is.

Our killing machine cat left us a dead green finch yesterday, not a mark on it, poor thing it was beautiful.

Clear frosty morning and a perfect skein of about twenty geese on a mission. Funnily enough, no honking, perhaps they could see so clearly.... I love to see those big birds travelling between the bottoms behind Gill Brow and the reservoir at Whitemoor.