Our crazy weather has had me thinking about Ziggy lately. Not Ziggy Stardust but Ziggy, the Polish carpenter, who used to do building jobs when I worked on the farm - Ziggy Sawdust some of us wittily named him. Now Ziggy only ever had a few words of English but he could give them more meaning and feeling than many an actor. And one of his words was "weather" or as he pronounced it "vezza". Sometimes in summer he would lilt it poetically in appreciation. More often though the weather was that was sent only exasperated our Polish friend; then he would spit the word through clenched teeth "Ach..vezzargh!"
At Fowlmere the sunlight was skipping playfully through the trees and reflecting from the winter grasses.
The recent rains have left their mark on the picnic area making it an interesting subject for pics - but not much good for picnics!
Fowlmere has some extensive reedbeds where you might find a Bittern lurking in winter, but you'll certainly find Reed Warblers and Sedge Warblers in summer. And all year long there are Water Rails, though you're more likely to hear these skulking birds than see them.
There are pools for pond-dipping too!
I rather like reeds and can quite happily spend time photographing them....but I should really be looking for birds I suppose.
I have neither the reserves of patience or money required to seriously take up photographing birds but I'll gladly pop off a frame or two when I see something as large and immoveable as this Canada Goose!
Nothing for it but to take more pictures of the reeds.....
It started to cloud over but I strolled on taking photos and seeing a few birds here and there. then I realised that the weather was really closing in...
By the time I got back to the bike it was raining steadily and I cycled home through a cold, stinging downpour. Just as I got to my back gate the rain stopped and the sun came out!
"VEZZAAAAAARGH ! ! !"