Oh what a pun that is! Try reading it back, try it on your friends and bask in its comedic glory! Don't know whether you can tell but i'm quite pleased with myself, this way with words must be a direct result of my time in the capital for that is the reference of the title. I found myself of a Tuesday in Regent's Park looking for the Bearded Tits that were resident, only to find they'd flown literally that morning. In fact, I can't believe my bad luck. Still, the birds were excellent despite the lack of rarities, no more was this true than with the excellent Heronry that is on the island there...
...that's a young bird by the way, unusual to see one breeding so early in life...
...but up close in the dying light you can see their Dinosaur origins...
...but the very same light sets the cloudy water on fire of an evening...
....The amazing thing is how easy it is to get close to the ducks, they're so acclimatised to the good folk of London they're not adverse to the odd Manc...!
...in short, a nice trip to a nice park. Wish we had such a park in Manchester. Whitworth ain't bad I suppose. But its so busy down there, not for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment