Sometimes all I need are the birds for company on my trundles and the other day I got just that….
It felt a quiet morning in the village as I set off early doors. It had been a rain soaked 24 hours the previous day so it was nice to see it was dry allowing me to get out with my camera but the rain drops were still clinging to the snowdrops on the verge …
Occasionally I go out in the rain, however, I’ve learnt not to take my camera for fear of the damp getting into the workings, but it feels like a dog owner going out without her faithful friend. It makes me feel lonely without my camera so yesterday I’d been cooped up inside so this morning I’d take a longer trundle.
The early morning light often leads to silohettes appearing in the branches. The light hiding their identity and turning them into undisclosed shadows.
The morning light always shines on the church making it look centre stage. The spotlight of the rising sun lighting up our small, yet perfectly formed church
Walking along the back lane towards the playing field, a blackbird was perched on the fence. It’s feathers showing off this glorious feat of engineering, perfectly formed, beautifully detailed
As I reached the playground I pushed the sturdy sunshine yellow gate that tiny hands would push later in the day and caught the sun rising up though the trees beyond
The hole capturing the sun on the climbing frame would have tiny excited heads peering through later in the day, but for me it was the sun….
And the slide, laying empty and redundant made for another perfect sillohette
Closing the gate behind me I retraced my steps and soon spotted another Robin on look out from the top of a nearby garden shed…
Robins are my favourite bird. They’re so calm, so friendly and rarely spooked into flight. To me, they’re the spirits of those no longer with us. Their calmness makes me feel calm and content and I could take piccies of them all day long…
It feels like the birds are getting ready for spring, on the look out for a partner, and this bird looked as though he was house hunting, sizing up a prospective nesting site…he was too engrossed in his mission to spot me watching him…
As I past by Abbys sheep field it was nice to see them back and Wally stopped his munching to say hello
I turned into the long lane and another Robin was perched on the hedge chirping away quite happily
As I moved further up the lane, so it danced along following me, keeping a few feet ahead
Flying along the hedge, then stopping, looking round as if yo see if I was still there. I wish I’d had some food with me as I’m sure it would have hopped onto my hand
As I reached my turning point, it posed in the most special of places, as if giving me a finale of our walk together
As I turned round to go back I assumed it would carry on but then as I was nearing the end of the lane, it flew into view once more and gave me a final smile of farewell
Smiling to myself so content, so happy for this unexpected companion this morning I headed back towards the church and home. As I approach the church gates I was miles away looking at the catkins when an elderly chappie with a dog shouted good morning. He was also at the end of his walk and putting the dog in the car, parked in the church car park. We got chatting about this that and everything. He asked me what I did with all my photos and I told him I posted them on the village Facebook page. ‘Ah, you’re the lady’ was his reply.’Nice to finally meet you’. Turned out he was born in the village and had lived there for 80 years. The car park where he stood, used to be the vicarage garden and his mum used to be the gardener there. He’d been in church in the 1940’s when the vicar had dropped down dead in the pulpit 😳. He told me many more stories – I wish I could remember them all. He now lived just down the road in the next village but came here every day for a walk as this was where he felt at home……what a wonderful end to our walks…
As he drove off, I took one last photo ….of the catkins,,,,