of indoor work, so contact with nature today is limited to a walk to the
post office and seeing the four moorhens, what I take
to be a family group, rock-hopping amongst the rapids where the river
crosses the ruined weir.
When I pull out the wheelie bin I find a toad that has
been resting beneath it. It sits there for a while, as if waiting for
me to replace the bin, but when I look later it has trundled off. Toads
are good at projecting an air of disgruntled grumpiness.
Kneelers at the Nats
(we meet in the Quaker Meeting House)
Tonight's slide talk at Wakefield Naturalists'
Society features both polar bears and
penguins: the former from Spitbergen, 84°
north, the latter, the Magellanic species, from Patagonia.
Richard Bell, email@example.com