Cabin fever is kicking in.
Having seen a doctor today, and with the consent of my dearly beloved, I may be allowed out on parole unless the weather further deteriorates. Yesterday, however, was still a matter of durance vile. On the other hand, the weather was rubbish, so I probably would have been unhappy even if I had escaped.
Instead, I confined my activities to watching the birds in the hedge outside the dining room window. Like the “bird man of Alcatraz”, I have very confined horizons for the moment. Nevertheless, it is nice to see all the passerines chasing the bread which Mary lays out for them.
Of course a nature photograph should try to avoid evidence of mankind, so I set up my camera to focus on the strip of hedge adjacent to the bread where the slow ones would have to alight and push their way to the front.
No particularly attractive birds appeared, but even the plainest of them is better than yet another household trinket.
And the weather did collapse again so I am now forced to look for another indoor shot.