A day in the life. Dawn, rosehips by Dutchbarge, moorhen, swan. Then I somehow sprained my ankle and am now stuck on the sofa with an icepack and painkillers. So I wrote out the Wassail song for you in case you want to sing it to your favourite tree, and sung it in under 60 seconds so I could put it here. Now I must raise the ankle above heart height for a bit, which means lying on my sofa and reading some more of ‘If Women Rose Rooted’. I am also making plans to make some special paints to share here as soon as my birthday muller and slab arrive. More at a later date. Rest well, even if your ankle isn’t swollen. .
Common Moorhen through a gap in the trees. When concentrating solely on nature for hours, it is so easy to forget that we are really just part of it, and that it is a fragile balanced system under enormous stress. We think we are so resilient, clever, inventive and industrious, but can’t seem to collectively keep our one and only living space clean.
Not the clearest picture, but it made me smile. The moorhens' beaks always amuse me-they look like they're detachable, as if it's something they take off last thing at night and put back on first thing in the morning! #moorhen#canal#britishwildlife