From the 1961 Tea Card album, Portraits of Birds by C F Tunnicliffe. House Martin

Did I share this before?

Some solid advice here, discouraging others from writing poetry for the local newspaper. Unfortunately, it’s presented as a poem in the local newspaper.

Imagine there's no Twitter It's easy if you try No psycho right wing nutjobs Instead it's just Bluesky. Imagine all the people Shouting "fuck, hurray!" You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be more fun.

Yep, nothing to see here. Just a little bit of fascism.

Birdsong, clean rivers, wildlife in our gardens and green spaces all hang in the balance. We need action now: properly funded protected sites, more high-quality nature-friendly farming and delivery at a scale that will reverse the decline. Time to deliver. (2/2)

It’s not adding up. Nature in England is in freefall, yet today’s Office for Environmental Protection report warns the Government is at serious risk of missing its legally binding targets to restore it. That must be a wake-up call. ‼️ (1/2)

Just After Dawn. -1°C and a light dusting of snow. Owls 🦉

Little boy outside Asda: Mum, look how fast it can go! (throws his toy car at the road and watches it smash) Mum (valiantly attempting a re-frame): Whoo!! Little boy (starting to cry): Not whoo.

In reflection, these leaves fallen across a puddle, have found a way back into their parents’ arms.

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We have spent a most interesting afternoon at the Shire Horse Centre.

WHAT? NO EVENSONG?! RAGING. #quiresandmurders

October Morning Tracks. 16°C and clear skies. Wood Pigeon.

Michaelmas baubles in an Ash tree yesterday - is that even a thing? #goldfinches #ukbirds #nature #GloryofAutumn🌿🦉

The Red-necked Phalarope was showing well at Nosterfield this morning @nybirdnews.bsky.social @nosterfieldnr.bsky.social

Autumnal Skies. 12°C and early mist on the Wolds. Hawthorn berries.

A jogger's airpod case fell onto the road behind him. I picked it up and called out, but of course he couldn't hear because he was wearing the airpods. Unfit and 63, I had to chase him up the hill. I eventually got close enough to make physical contact. He screamed and I couldn't speak.

No Merlin, you didn’t hear a coot in West Norwood cemetery, you gormless blatherskite. Have a sit-down and a cup of tea and try again later.

Sure, everything's terrible, but the light today is gorgeous:

Ah, RIP Dickie Bird. Umpire of umpires.

There we are… the River Trent.

I feel like this should pop up on everyone's computer screen or phone when they're about to start an argument online.

Ben Folds and Jeremy Irons should get together and start a dry cleaning business. They could call it Ben and Jerry's.

Old Ladybird books updated. ‘Visiting days’ (1963) and ‘Visiting hours’ (1985). Artists: John Berry Martin Aitchison

MOONAH

The finest response I've seen so far.

On the subject of Melvyn Bragg, I think of this Private Eye cartoon more frequently than I care to admit, when I’m struggling to raise the energy for a lecture or graduate supervision

Don’t forget to wash behind your ears! BBC #KingAndConqueror

The End Of August. 16°C and a brisk Southwesterly. Hares.

At last, some proper British vandalism. (source - www.facebook.com/share/p/1MeV...)

Dear Media, It is not a “four-star hotel” when the rooms have had king-size beds removed to make space for six prison-style bunk beds, and where there is no room service. It may once have been a hotel, but it is now a detention centre. Call it that. Stop inciting riots on behalf of Nigel Farage.

King & Conqueror BBC - all sorts of wrong. Too much hard work to do for a Sunday evening, even with James Norton to look at

AB B♭A

Apollo 8, a telescope and the Ladybird book of Space for Christmas- I remember it as if it was yesterday. RIP Jim Lovell 💫 L

Unlike many other chapter houses, the ribbed vaulting of Southwell Minster's C13th chapter house doesn't have a central pier. It hovers over the space like a starburst in dramatic light.

Your occasional reminder that we ARE allowed to have nice things.

31 July 1886 The death of Franz Liszt. The birth of Fred Quimby.

When thinking of the horrors of the Holocaust, i used to think, if photo had been widespread back then. If the world had fully understood was being done to people, they would surely have ended it immediately. But we cant think that any longer. We see the photos. We know. We don’t stop it

‘Swifts, swallows and Canada geese’ Artist: CF Tunnicliffe (What to Look for in Summer, 1960)

Storm Rolling In. 20°C and very humid. Swifts darting.

The people who blast music loudly from the open windows of their car as soon as the weather gets warmer always seem to have the absolute shittiest taste in music.

A White-Tailed Eagle is soaring over your feed...You may now abandon all earthly concerns. 😍

An Afternoon Bicycle Ride. 25°C and a gentle breeze. Thunderbugs.

RIP ROCCO THE COCK U R IN HEVEN WIV PRICNESS DI N JADE GOODIE THANX FOR DA MONEY

I’m still digesting the detail. But let one thing remain clear: The removal of jury trial from thousands of accused people is being proposed not from principle. Nor necessity. But because successive governments - of all parties - chose to take a chainsaw to the justice system.

I am present in a good few of the main online 'social' spaces, and this is my favourite one. The atmosphere here is what it used to feel like on Twitter in the early days. Or at least my corner of this place is. Calm. Silly. Entertaining. Like an interesting party. Thank you 🥰

Hot as a camel's underpants and twice as sweaty.