Fernworthy Forest – Thornworthy
There’s a place where I get quite close to chaffinches and, today, a siskin because they can’t really see me against the dark of the forest. The trouble is I can’t really see them either against the light of the sky. I spent ages looking for the other antler, convinced that no self-respecting stag would wander round with one antler for long. I couldn’t find it. All the while, I was trying to remember the beginning of a “Life hardly goes by ones” quotation. Which, now I’ve found it, turns out to be:
“It’s your life,” Martin said, but even as he said it he was adding silently: but not entirely yours. Life hardly goes by ones. (William Kennedy, 1978, Billy Phelan’s Greatest Game).
The foal had attitude, the swallow looked a bit chilly and today a peacock butterfly sat still whereas yesterday they didn’t. I keep seeing black caps but I haven’t got a good shot yet.
I think that’s a startled willow warbler. Blue tits are nature’s bandits – I should spend more time taking blue tit photos.
