Xmas Eve

 


Xmas Eve has been lovely for a fucking change …..
Lovely chatty walk with Gorgeous Dave on the promenade , a film text marathon with nephew Leo  then extra strong gins with villagers Nick and the velvet voice linda on Well Street  followed by a zoom meet with my touchstones Mike and Jane  from Sheffield 
I feel loved and cherished , something I’ve not felt for a long time 
How good is that ?
Lovely people 

Happy Christmas 

Hey ho




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Seeming

 For my joy

Is yours

When my

Heart transforms

And mind resets

The soul reframes

The world brightens

As He reclaims

Tonight

With a cry

And the weary

Smile

For the first time

Or so it seems



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Occupational Therapy

 

There is nothing more soulless at Christmas than radio music  
If I hear Slade again, I shall scream 
I’m wrapping gifts and painting awful decorations on my “paper” gifts and have done for most of the morning
Occupational therapy for the mentally bewildered as I prefer to describe it
I’m listen to classic FM which is doable 
Merry Christmas Eve




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Bird

It's not The Serengeti Plain but out there in our suburban back garden I have seen plenty of wildlife over the years. Mammals have included hedgehogs, foxes, a badger, American grey squirrels, rats and  field mice. However, as you can imagine, the real stars of the show are birds - those amazing flying creatures that live amongst us.

This Christmas Eve morning, I pulled back the curtains and saw a mischief of magpies - nine of them hopping around near the feeding station. I have also seen our native robins, thrushes, crows, rooks, blackbirds, wood pigeons, collared doves, hedge sparrows, a pheasant, blue tits, coal tits, long tailed tits, goldfinches, Eurasian jays, a sparrow hawk, swallows, house-martins and starlings and I am sure I have missed a couple out.

Yesterday, for the second time in a week, I was puzzled to see an unfamiliar bird in the garden. She was mostly black with white head markings and she was sitting near the top of a small sycamore tree watching the world go by. 

I came downstairs and riffled through a drawer to find our binoculars. Invariably, it is at such a moment that target  birds  choose to depart but fortunately I was able to observe this  one for a full minute before if flew away.
It had a pointy beak typical of the woodpecker family - good for extracting insects and grubs from trees. I am 99% certain that the bird was a female lesser spotted woodpecker. The males have small red crowns but females are just black and white. It is the smallest and indeed the rarest woodpecker to be found in Britain. The RSPB (Royal Society for The Protection of Birds) estimates that are between 1000 and 2000 pairs of lesser spotted woodpeckers in the entire kingdom.

I will keep looking out for her and wishing her well. Her appearance was a welcome early Christmas present and a reminder that we should treasure our avian neighbours. Please don't let them go the way of the dodo.
🔘🔘🔘
Meanwhile, high in Yorkshire Pudding Towers, the jury is already in a huddle as they deliberate once again through the Christmas period over who will be prize winners at the annual Laughing Horse Blogging Awards Ceremony. Above all, they are considering who will be The Blogger of the Year for 2021. Watch this space and please have a HAPPY CHRISTMAS.


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