On a gray day, the goldfinches’ faces look redder than ever. A dunnock enters the cage with the suet and settles in to eat.
Tuesday October 22, 2019
Bright sun at last! I notice that the bottommost layer of seeds in the bird feeder have sprouted.
Monday October 21, 2019
Two coal tits flee as a squirrel drops onto the suet feeder, wraps it in an upside-down bear hug and thrusts her muzzle through the bars.
Sunday October 20, 2019
Birds on each feeder and two pigeons on the ground below: the indoor cat watches, rapt, swaying gently as if to a music only she can hear.
Saturday October 19, 2019
Clear and cool. High overhead, a black, heart-shaped balloon drifts by.
Friday October 18, 2019
Bright sun has summoned up the most impersonal of howls: a pressure-washer, I think. A blue tit joins the goldfinches on the thistle feeder.
Thursday October 17, 2019
Wren song and power saws. At the base of the firethorn, the small, umbrella-shaped sex organs of a saprobic fungus cluster in the rain.
Wednesday October 16, 2019
The clouds thin. My partner attempts to do yoga with me and the dog staring at her. More and more goldfinches crowd onto the thistle feeder.
Tuesday October 15, 2019
Raindrops glisten in the grass. A very small shower hits me, and I look up to see a pigeon staring down from the edge of the roof.
Monday October 14, 2019
Cold drizzle. The germ of a sneeze takes up residence in my left nostril. I watch the dog watching a pigeon watching a sparrow eating seeds.