Our kitchen wall is a vast expanse of arachnid prairie.
So I’m a little worried that our spider may not find a mate.
Category Archives: Wildlife
Bread
One of the woodpigeons with a slice of bread.
One of the pair with a nest in the garden.
The Birds
My second in command put a slice of bread out for the wood pigeons a few minutes ago.
They’ve spotted it, but I think it’s too close to where I’m sitting. They’re staring at me.
Or the bread.
Pigeons II
One of the woodpigeons, sharing a beer in the garden with me.
Tits
We seem to have a couple of pairs of bluetits nesting in the bush adjacent to the pigeons’ tree. There are many noisy hatchlings.
I’m so glad I didn’t prune the bush/tree this year.
Pterodactyl
I swear that dinosaurs aren’t extinct. Well, I had an encounter with one a few minutes ago in Newcastle.
It was a huge Pterodactyl. I mean HUGE.
While I didn’t exactly see the beast, the amount of shit it dropped on me meant it couldn’t have been even the biggest of birds.
Fortunately, the Gents’ in the Forth has running water, where a shit-on gentleman may remove dinosaur deposit from his jacket.
Justice
A couple of hours ago, while drilling a hole in the wall upstairs, with the window wide open, a wasp flew in and attacked me. Taking evasive action ( I jumped off the ladder and waved my arms about to fend off the creature), I narrowly escaped the monster (it was huge).
Clutching the nearest weapon (shoe), I quickly transformed from victim to hunter. But the beast was nowhere to be seen.
I resumed my drilling, then, while pushing cables through the wall, I heard buzzing. Looking down from the heights of my ladder, I saw the wasp in the clutches of a fearsome spider. My flailing had apparently knocked the wasp into a cobweb.
Which is why dust, spiders and webs should be left alone.
Bird bath
This morning, at silly o’clock while waiting for a train, I observed a pigeon exhibiting unusual behaviour. At first, it seemed that the bird was lying in a shallow puddle on the platform. But then I noticed that the puddle was being fed by a steady drip from the roof. And the pigeon had positioned itself under the dripping water. I felt compelled to take a picture, which sadly didn’t quite capture the event.
On my return journey, I had enough time for a pint in the Parcel Yard, the bar in Kings Cross station. It opened a while ago, but I’d not had a chance to call in previously. And I was impressed. It’s a huge improvement on the old station bar; it claims to be the largest in the country. While some of the salvaged fittings are a little over the top, I’d happily pass a couple of hours there.
Well worth a look.