Magpie …

… in my soaking wet garden this afternoon,
with a beakful of mud for building a nest. Several visits.

Poor quality pictures because I had to take them through a rainy window. I’ve tried to make them a bit brighter but, although they don’t look amazing, they make me smile. After all, that mud has to be good for something!
I think the nest is being built in a really tall tree that I can see in a gap between the houses behind ours. You can’t see much on this photograph but I’ve definitely seen a magpie flying away from it.

‘To see oursels as ithers see us!’

I was just trying to take a few photographs of some lichen I’d found on a wall next to a gate. Like I do these days.

“Cup lichen!”

The excitement of my discovery was obvious in my voice; my husband clearly wanted to get back in the car and drive off.

“Also known as pixie cups, I believe!” I said, with mock glee.  I’ve only just found out what they’re called, to be honest, and I’m not even sure now.  I just like them.

As if summoned by the pixies themselves, three trail bikes appeared, their riders clad in multicoloured leather, identities hidden by gleaming visors.  They nudged through the gate with their front wheels, filling the air with the guttural growl of their engines. I looked the other way.

As they roared up the hill, I approached my hunting ground again, angling for that extra, perfect shot. My husband resumed the pixie cup conversation:

“What did you say they were called?”  As I turned, I caught the flicker of a fleeting smirk on his face. I suddenly realised that just before the bikers arrived I had been leaning crazily with my nose two inches from a wall, pontificating about pixie cups. Interesting behaviour.

Let’s face it: they couldn’t have heard me, they wouldn’t have cared and neither did I.  But it was one of the those rare moments when I could see myself as others might see me.

I couldn’t help thinking of these lines by Robert Burns:

‘O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!’

I did get some pictures of the lichen though!