Another one from the time in Heaton Park, when I decided not to be lazy. Squirrels are nothing unusual in Heaton Park though, there’s hundreds of them and they’re used to people. I’ve previously posted one here.
And this, my friends, is the proof that it pays not to be lazy, sometimes.
I had a couple of days off work and on one of them, the weather being camera-friendly, I decided that instead of sitting at home, I would go to Heaton Park. This is normally too early for me, I don’t go there before Easter, but like I say, it was dry and sunny and as it was a weekday, I knew there wouldn’t be many people. It turned out to be a right decision because I scored an absolute scoop:
Funny thing is that I don’t think I’d seen a real robin before, ever in my life. I couldn’t believe how friendly it was, coming quite close and not scared at all. I snapped a few photos; these are the best ones.
So, there you have it. Also, the second time I went to Heaton Park outside of my usual season and returned with something beautiful!
As there is already a post on this blog titled A Feast for a Crow, from 2016. It’s been a while!
There’s lots of crows in my neighbourhood, they can especially be heard cawing in the mornings. I wish I could make friends with them but I don’t think they care about me.
They fly together in loops above the roofs of the houses in my neighbourhood, and once they’re done with that, they settle down on this tree next to my house and chill out.
I wonder if they know how much they provoke my cat!
They also make appearance in my flash fiction short story The Camera Smiles (written for a prompt by The New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild). The story is true, except it was initially a crow that made me reach for my camera, not the starlings, but by the time I got it out and pried the lens cap, which really got stuck on the lens (to the point where I had to google how to take it off), the crow flew away and the starlings took over the tree.
My cat is very unbothered by *points at everything in the world*. What matters to her is what has always mattered to her: that she gets fed and finds a comfy place to chill out. This sometimes means she steals my spot, for which I have to fight her for.
She is constant.
However, she is also constant in other ways.
Pepper came to my life seven years ago. She’s been with me while I went through all the stuff I went through, the good and the bad and the ugly; she’s never left my side. She may not be able to speak human, but she’s still a faithful companion. Better than other humans, often. She’s not the one who, for example, disbelieves me when I tell her something. She’s not the one who dismisses my trauma or handwaves my worries and fears. She doesn’t belittle me and she never laughs at me.
There is evidence that pets are good for our mental health. Of course, everyone who has a pet knows this, but it’s good to have it backed by science nevertheless.
The first post of 2021 is here!
I start the year with a photo of a bird in a tree, for once not taken from my window. I took the picture while I was walking under the tree.
The magpie looked pleased with its catch–I think it’s the little cup-like thing that you bake muffins in, I don’t know what it’s called.
There are lots of crows and magpies in my neighbourhood, I can always hear them shouting, especially the crows in the mornings.
Look at this majestic crow, sitting there and cawing like it’s on top of the world.
Okay, from the picture you can’t tell it was cawing but believe me, it was. That’s how I noticed it, as I don’t normally look at tops of houses.
Pics captured on the way from the supermarket.
I love it when I get amazing results when doing something so mundane as shopping for groceries. It’s the little things, hey. Which is a lot, in this year of hell.
Not me. My cat Pepper. She is the one judging you. Like this:
Not wearing a mask during the pandemic?
Supporting politicians with fascist tendencies?
Reading gross tabloids such as The Sun?
Being a dick to people over things they enjoy (that don’t concern you in any way)?
Gossiping about other people instead of focusing on your own life?
Pepper is silently judging you–and she is a judge most harsh.
It was chilling on the bench in my park.
I try to still blog sometimes.
It was making its way across the pavement not far my home. It’s only the second time in my life that I’ve photographed one.
Only upon viewing the picture did I notice the pretty shell.
Taken with my phone, as usual. Still not held the camera since what, most of this year?–because who cares, right.