The parakeets that live round and about Ciutadella Park in Barcelona are opportunists. They know that all they have to do is hang around tourists, looking winsome, and the next meal will appear. If they’re lucky, maybe specially purchased nuts and seeds from equally opportunist street vendors. Otherwise, croissant crumbs and biscuits. They don’t seem fussy.
For Monday Portrait.
My Monday Portrait is not of reindeer: but I hope this group of red deer stags will prove acceptable to Father Christmas as he packs up his deliveries on Wednesday evening.
Becky’s Post yesterday made me call to mind the many shots I have of birds fossicking about in the water. Today, it’s all about the herons (and just one egret). My featured photo comes from under a bridge over the River Aire in Leeds: hence the shadow. It’s not square. But the next lot are:
For Becky’s NovemberShadows.
For Becky’s NovemberShadows.
In my head, I’m still on holiday. In my head, I’m processing all the new sights and experiences of the last few weeks. Among those sights was the Vosgienne. A smallish cow, black and white with a pronounced white stripe along its backbone, it has short delicate horns. And you’ll find it – of course – in the Vosges mountains. Locals value its creamy milk in cheese production, particularly of bold-flavoured Munster cheese.
My header image is of one we saw on our trip to the Transhumance celebrations. I bet she was glad to get rid of that weighty cowbell. She’d have had one on her mountain pastures too, but it would have looked more like this one here:
I haven’t offered a Monday Portrait in a while. But when I met this distinguished sow yesterday, I knew I had to give her 5 minutes of fame. She’s had a long life, mothering many piglets. Happily, she won’t end up on anyone’s dinner plate.
A happy morning at Rock House Farm, Newton-le-Willows (the Yorkshire one, not the town in Merseyside).
Whitby is a rather lovely seaside town in Yorkshire. And every year at this time…
Every Goth that ever there was
will gather there for certain because...
today's the day for a Goth and Steampunk party
(Ahem. Adapted from The Teddy Bear's Picnic)
So on Friday, I went along with friends from Masham Photographic Club to be an unashamed paparazza. The atmosphere was upbeat and friendly, and those who’d gone to so much trouble to find their costumes and dress up actively sought out opportunities to have their picture taken. There was even a baby … and the oldest were well into their eighties. I felt distinctly underdessed in my workaday trousers and jacket.
An excellent day was had by all: especially after a large plate of tasty fish and chips.
The local fete on Saturday had a small petting corner. So I homed in on the friendly and curious alpacas. Here they are:
Spotted on a farm near where we’re based. One of them was enjoying a mighty good scratch …
This Shropshire Postcard (2) is for Monday Portraits.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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