So, it turns out they're great tits
This afternoon, armed with a picnic lunch and my camera, we headed back into the woods. I think it's pretty much safe to say that we are now obsessed with the place... it's hard not to be when it's so beautiful. There are so many areas to explore, and we're experiencing a real desire to learn more about the things we're seeing. I feel a trip to Amazon coming on.
We didn't go looking for the tree that's home to those baby birds we saw last time, as neither of us thought we'd be able to find one tree amongst thousands of others, but somehow we found ourselves back there all the same. And this time we saw their mommy, and it turns out that they're great tits. The mommy was coming home with a tiny worm for dinner, so we maintained a distance.
Anyway, here are a few more photos of the wonderful woods.
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I love seeing these forest pictures. I swear it looks different to me than American forests, though I can't point to trees that grow there and not here, with any knowledgeability. Just the same, looking at those photos, I get the distinct feeling that around the next bend we might find the Lamp-post and the Lantern Waste and all Narnia beyond . . .
We were like little kiddies
We were like little kiddies while we were in there. There was a certain amount of talk about an old witch living in a house made from candy and cake, and I may have suggested leaving a trail of breadcrumbs to enable us to find our way back out again.
Yes, it does look like what I'd imagine the Forest of Arden
to be like. Gina, my dear, Ryoma promised to name some of the trees for me. I always want to know the names to keep them closer to my heart. Great tits. I'll Google, and I hope I don't get an image of large body parts. We have titmice here. I propose we all have picnics on the same day. You in England, me on the West Coast and Evie, wherever she may be. It will be as if we were picnicking together.
Here he or she is. Non-migratory bird of Europe.
the east coast picnic . . .
. . . is ready to go! Name the day! I will drink to you both, Belle and Gina -- and to the great tits, bless their little souls... : )
Wonderful... a global
Wonderful... a global picnic! Count us in.
We're going to get a book about the trees and plants of the British Isles and try to learn about all the different varieties. I could end up clever if I try hard.
I certainly admire your, er,
I certainly admire your, er, self-confidence.
One can afford to be
One can afford to be confident when one has done one's research. Aside from utilising google, the oracle of all wisdom as you know, I asked my husband if they were great tits. He said he was certain they were, as he'd seem many many specimens before.
Stop bragging, Gina!
Stop bragging, Gina! :-D
You remind me of myself, the first time I went to the Grand Tetons (a national park in the Wyoming Rockies).
Grand Tetons
Once you've learned the true meaning, the Grand Tetons sound . . . well, slightly less grande. Oh, Ellen and Dale! You are ruining it for our English friends.
Hey, an English friend
Hey, an English friend started it with her witty caption! :-D
I wonder if the chaps who
I wonder if the chaps who named them were bosom buddies.
Ok, I won't give up my day job :o)
Don't you mean (o)(o)?
Don't you mean (o)(o)?
Sadly, I think I mean "
Sadly, I think I mean " ∙∙ "
Y'all are killing me! :-D
Y'all are killing me! :-D