This post contains no deep insights or meaningful message. It was just that for the first time this year we had nice weather, so I decided to cut short my Jackdaw weekend sabbatical to document an afternoon with Mrs Jackdaw and my two youngest fledglings in Alkrington Woods.
The car doors were opened, the seat belts unfastened, and they were off……
House on the hill- Alkrington Hall.
The signs were good.
Enticing the swans.
“Come back!” Fickle fowl.
Under a watchful eye
Niagara on a small scale
Look at that long lamented blue hue.
“No fishing” say the fish.
Everyone needs a helping hand. A tree split down the middle gets some support.
Well this is the time to see buds on trees, but cans of Bud?
Christmas survivor. The tree that was decorated by children at Christmas, featuring in my December post ‘When Is Holy Wholly Holy?’ Some of the decorations have made it through the winter storms, and look especially good when you are lay beneath them.
Lever Bridge-scene of earlier competitive twig racing.
City Jackdaw 