Why do we respond to variations in light in such an extreme way? A March day can be not too cold, not too breezy, quite pleasant to work outside, the dull sky casts a flat light with detail smudged and contrast turned down.
Then the next day all is the same except – the clouds clear and the light is stronger and has direction…
..detail intensifies, new depths appear – and the heart lifts:
Meanwhile resident Mr Pheasant seems to have lost his faloorum
His ladies are looking elsewhere for stimulation
Up here, at the peanut feeder, waiting for the tits bits
They say ducks are random layers, dropping them anywhere – at the bottom of the pool, in the hedgerow – but our three layers seem very organised, taking turns to share a communal nest – and all before they get up in the morning: