A heron sat on the neighbour's roof this morning, drying it's wings.
Aren't those telephone wires intrusive!
The lovely weather is tempting the balloonists into the sky. They come floating along in the still of early morning and again in early evening. The woods to the east of our house seem to give them a bit of a dip and I'm usually made aware of their presence when I'm in the garden by the noise of propane gas being pumped into the balloon in order to keep it afloat. It's sometimes a near do thing! Yesterday evening this balloon came very close to landing in the field.
There was quite a crowd of people in the wicker basket.
As they passed over the house one of them called out,
"Put the kettle on!"