My lovely Charlie is building me a cute little studio in the back garden, Dad has come to help. I'm feeding them with tea and cake. I'm also collecting all the funny shaped off-cuts from the roof timbers. Today I created a whale, quite slowly and very satisfyingly BLUE. I do love blue.
I made a little film about it and posted it above but for some reason you can't see it. So here are the photos from the film instead!

PS. You can see it on  www.facebook.com/theshorelark

Charlie and Dad making my garden studio - hurray!

Off-cuts from the roof

Hmmm, looks like a sperm whale to me!

Thanks for the new sander Dad!

Don't tell Charlie I'm using his best chisel

Blue of course!

 Scottish coral for the spout and Welsh driftwood for the tail

A rusty washer for the eye - never throw your rusty washers and nails away!

Thar She Blows!

Slow Sounds...The Colour of Birdsong

The sky today was the colour of the fluff under my bed and felt like it was squashing down on my head like a heavy, scratchy blanket.  But I went out for a walk anyway, after a bit of procrastination.

Even when the world outside looks black and white, there's always the colour of birdsong to brighten the day...  

The demented call of a nuthatch ringing out from the birch woods is a vibrant purple, edged with bronze, like the end of a storm. It sounds like it's lost a nut and can't find it anywhere and is getting very, very cross. 

The sound of woodpeckers drumming on a hollow tree is the colour of an old oak sideboard. (January is a good time to hear drumming woodpeckers. They are claiming their territory and advertising for a mate.  'An unpaired male may drum as many as 600 times per day'. Thankfully, woodpeckers have special shock absorbent tissue between the base of the bill and the skull to cushion the impact of drumming).

I see the robin's trill as pale, watery blue, like the colour of melting ice.  A dunnock's piping call is the acid yellow of winter aconites and the blackbird's flutey song is liquid bronze, like the shiny coin I used to get at the bottom of my Christmas stocking. 

If you join in with the RSPB's Big Garden Birdwatch on 30/31 Jan, as well as doing a really important bird counting job, you could practice seeing the colour of birdsong and even do your own painting.  
The house sparrow came top of the list in the 2015 survey. To me, their call is the rich, earthy colour of a pint of real ale, complete with frothy top.  

Next time you hear bird song, close your eyes and see if a colour comes into your mind.  It could brighten your day. 

www.rspb.org.uk 

Where have you been?

Well, what can I say but Happy New Year!

I feel as though I ought to confess..............
Dear Reader, it's been so long since I last blogged....

I've been playing with driftwood.............

Painting pebbles..........

 Waving at whales.......

OK, the humpbacks were off Nova Scotia but Dad has always wanted to visit Canada so we took him, for his 85th birthday.  

 

 

Eventually, I gave him a lesson in SLOW

Which he picked up with ease....

And now we're in the depths of a Welsh Winter, a perfect opportunity to practice being SLOW.