Two sticks across and a little bit of moss.
One of my father's old sayings. It refers to the nest of pigeons - they are such scrappy nest-builders. The same goes for collared doves too - they really weren't around in my father's day but now they are a real success story, and I can't really understand why. They nest in the Scot's pines by our farmhouse and their nests are so flimsy and so high up in the trees that come the wind and the eggs (or even the nestlings) land up broken on the grass. But this year they must have done really well. In the Spring we had two pairs which we knew were nesting in the trees. Now there are ten at the bird table each morning - we are of course assuming that six of them must be the offspring of the two pairs. But whatever the reason, it is good to see such a lovely bird doing so well.
Red sky in the morning a shepherd's warning.
Today is the farmer's fortnightly walking day - an outing he really enjoys because as well as seeing our beautiful Yorkshire Dales he is also walking with friends who are farmers and they can talk shop. The weather forecast for today is dreadful - 'The first real storms of Autumn' said the weatherman last night, so we wondered what to expect this morning and whether the walk might be cancelled (they are a pretty hardy lot but don't usually set off if it is bad beforehand). The sky at 6am was as angry as I have ever seen it; great black clouds and a deep, deep red as the sun came up. It was very beautiful but it didn't augur a lovely day. However, it is now eleven o'clock, he has gone, there is still no rain although the wind is strong and he has taken wet weather gear. I do hope it holds off until later in the day, not just for his walk but also because today is The Great North Run - a half-marathon in Newcastle - which attracts top class runners from around the world, many of whom are running under sponsorship for various charities.
The chicken (corn fed and stuffed with apple, sage and onion stuffing) is in the oven. Once I have ordered my groceries on line after this blog that is me more or less done for a few hours and I can spend an hour with my feet up reading my Ian Rankin - might even get to the end and find out who dunnit.
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