It’s a long way to Tipperary

Grey Squirrel, originally uploaded by http://andrewskelton.net.

It’s a long way to Kuwait as well, but I was asked to join their Photographic Club today! I’m not even a member of the local club (which is highly thought of) so there’s little or no chance of my joining the Kuwait Club unless they are going to provide travel funds for me (actually it could be quiet an interesting trip – but I have my eye on other destinations at the moment). Why am I not a member of the local club? I’m not a great one for clubs, as much as they can be good for advice and tutelage, they’re also rife with naysayers, Schadenfreuders and snides…. life’s too short. Ooh I’m a bit cynical tonight, Dear Reader, do excuse me – it probably due to lack of photography. Roll on the weekend.

I happened upon a tweet by a company I follow which was prompting users to enter a competition to become a Guest Blogger. As you may have noticed, I’m a bit partial to writing here, in fact I’m probably now addicted to my life on this smaller corner of the internet. I won’t say too much on here, after all I don’t want (or need) fellow bloggers becoming competition in what would be an important next step for my war on the world of words. I’m not going to give the application, which I completed today, any more thought for the moment as my focus is this coming weekend’s training course – what will be, will be.

Whilst looking through my photo today, I had the overwhelming desire to improve on what I currently do, but improve how? I think I should spend some more time on photographing the wildlife that comes to the garden, and I’m going to have to come up with something better than the branch I used last year. I think I’ve figured out why it wasn’t working as effectively as I had hoped – the idea was that with only one feeding hole for the birds to gain sustenance from, they would have to wait on the branch that I’ve attached to the feeding station. THe problem, as I can see it, is the proximity of the hedgerow that runs around the perimeter of the garden, to the bird feeder – it’s far too close – so that birds are waiting in the bushes rather than on the feeder. To test this theory, I’ve moved the feeder to a more central section of the garden which is overlooked by the play room allowing me to still get the photographs, which after all is what it’s all about. I have one more task to do now, to buy a new bird feeder – the current one, which has survived the repeated attentions of the visiting squirrel has succumbed to it’s attack. Of all the feeders we’ve had, this one has survived the longest – I’m going to have to get creative with the next feeder to stop our resident grey furry fiend – “creative all over it” (as the vernacular goes, apparently, Dear Reader).

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