Anyway, back to this wind, the Reed-mace or Bulrush or Cats tail, hopefully one of those is right, pictured below is happy with it because it has helped it disperse it's seeds all over the garden. It looks like a light frost in the vicinity of the pond, it's incredible how much of the stuff comes out of one spike.
At least the Easterlies are drying winds and I was grateful for that around the New Hythe pathways today which are getting drier by the day now.
I arrived at 9 o'clock this morning, it was freezing cold and the wind was biting at the backs of my already chapped and dried out hands, the downside of the drying Easterly. I stood by the car thinking, why am I doing this, I could be home indoors in the warm?
The answer is simple. If i'd stayed at home I wouldn't have seen the Weasel that ran across the path about 20 yards in front of me causing me to stop and get my camera out and ready before "calling" it back to about twelve feet away from me. It shot up a small tree to my left to get a better view of the "Mouse" but shot back down even faster upon seeing it had been tricked, so still no picture of a Weasel, damn and blast!! I also wouldn't have seen the charm of 23 Goldfinches bouncing around the corner of Brooklands lake, their tinkling calls cutting through the loud hum of the paper mill. I wouldn't have seen the small flock of Canada Geese flying overhead honking urgently into the distance followed by a similar arrow of Greylags flying in the same direction. I wouldn't have heard the strange and unlikely whinnying call of the Little Grebe from somewhere in the middle of a reedbed. I wouldn't have seen the flock of at least 30 or 40 handsome Fieldfares chuckling away in the East Scrub with several Redwings keeping their company and I wouldn't have seen the Kestrel hunting around the lake, absolute master of the same wind that blows us no good.
I only saw 32 species this morning but that's a lot more than I would have seen from indoors with my face in a book or a computer screen.