The Underwood typewriter in the cabin

I waited and waited out in the cabin this afternoon. The woodpecker has been appearing on the feeder all day again, except when I am there. I'm hoping to get a picture of it in flight but failing every day. As I waited with a cup of tea, listening to the radio I turned my focus on to the Underwood typewriter which I have had for at least forty years and I occasionally manage to dust it.  It doesn't work anymore even if I could type, but I like its presence.

Just as I took a couple of pictures of the typewriter, I heard the clear sound of a woodpeckers call and looked to my right to see it. By the time I moved slowly round to try to film it, all I could see was its rump flying away down the valley. There is always another day, and it seems to like visiting, so I may yet get my shot. But anyway I still like just being out in the cabin in the garden listening and watching especially now the sun is gently warming everything.