Yesterday was midsummer’s day. Not so’s you’d notice, though. Unless we had our entire summer on the day of the school Sports Day, we are still waiting for it to arrive this year. It’s cold, for goodness sake. Midsummer’s day never got above 11 degrees Celsius here (about 51 Fahrenheit, I think) and it was just tipping with rain from clouded dawn to murky dusk. I seriously contemplated lighting the stove in the evening. (Did I mention that it was midsummer’s day?) The cows were trotting from one tree to the next in search of one that would keep off the drips,
and the juvenile blue tits and coal tits that are normally squabbling over our kitchen bird-feeders were just sitting morosely on the window grille, fluffed up against the cold. See how each of them has wet feathers on its head.
I think these hunched shoulders speak for us all: we are not impressed.
Today it’s not raining all the time, and the temperature has made it into the teens: yes, thirteen degrees! It would really be very nice if this were, at last, the start of an upward trend – for the sake of all us beasties.
If you like the birds, I took some photos of a newly hatched Oyster Catcher chick last year, which you can see at A des. res. for oyster catchers.