Even more owl shots

Lots more gratuitous owl shots. Watch them just pose for the camera. If you look even closer you can see the dead mouse turns from grey to black.

Twit - wooooo

More shots of the barn owl. It's nesting in an owl box which the farmer has put up in the potato barn. I sat watching it tonight going in with a few tasty rats for the chicks.

There's more evidence of owls in the area and I've been lucky enough to find a fairly recent pellet. Su thinks I'm a bit tapped with carrying owl poo home to poke at it.

Baby Linnet, innit

They're very pink and wrinkly and dressed with the ultimate in punk hair-dos.

After weeks of waiting and leaving the area well alone, there's 4 chicks in the nest. Hoorah!

'Bout time too.

Silver-art-do

We've been doing some jewellery making today with our new friend Michaela. She came over for what was Su's birthday pressie - a day with a jewellery artist learning about how to make silver jewellery, Michaela being the artist.

As well as learning about loads of techniques we both made a piece, which you can see above. Guess who did what!

Oh and how it will become Su's new expensive new hobby.

Under the macroscope!

We've now got a new macro lens for the digital camera so here's some close-ups for you to have a look at and in the best tradition of Ask the Family (not the Dick and Dom version) have a guess at what they are!

Dig this

Thought we'd put some picks of the garden on, as we've worked hard at making it like it is from the mud pile it was three years ago.

There's even some pics of the veggie patch at the start of the new growing season.

106 Squardron - what a coinsidence!

We've been up to the local airfield open day again. Su had a nice ice cream and we both looked at the old Norton we had seen last year and wondered why the owner has been painting it with gloss, again. It does look nice in the photos!

Upon further investigation of the museum that's on the site we discovered that one of the pilot officers who flew for 106 had the same name as me, then Su found out that a book about the airfield (by the way we live on a bit of it) is called

'In the Middle of Nowhere' by Richard Bailey, just check out the title of the blog! Complete coinsidence.

After slurping of tea, chatting to old RAF types, getting a book for Su's dad (signed too), really interesting stories and looking at people in costume (some real, some playing) the Lancaster arrived. A graceful display, the Merlin engines humming, the plane as low a HSE will allow and hairs standing on the back of your neck. Nice.