Barking

Our green woodpecker  was barking up her favourite tree this morning but also spent a good deal of time on the lawn looking for grubs and ants.Their cry, not a bark, is called a 'yaffle'. What a great word!

 I was clocked by her standing on a chair with my head at an angle against the curtain pelmet and lens stuck out of the upstairs window trying to surepticiously get a shot before heading off to Yorkshire to see my parents.  

Dad in rehab and I fear this could be a long stint whilst Mum is home alone.