Christmas Day

 Saturday, December 26

 I've never taken part on the habit of photographing the food I eat - until yesterday. A Waitrose free range bronze, small turkey, cooked a la Delia's instructions, but with a split onion inside.

 

A traditional Christmas meal without some of the usual trimmings, as neither of us can manage large meals. I can remember being slightly miffed at elderly realtives' constant uttering of 'don't give me much, I can't eat large meals any more'. I've joined the club - but try not to say it outside home. 

Cheers, Pam

Neither did we get the Christmas cloth out, for the first time since it was bought in Tenerife in the 80s. A magnificent piece of local craftwork, white,  with lacework and Father Christmasses embroidered in each corner and the centre. It's a swine to iron. It stayed in the cupboard.

We had our traditional version of Buck's Fizz with present opening - Prosecco and mango juice - and a smooth Pinot Noir with the main course. I have a new trail camera which I shall enjoy setting up in the garden. 

In a food stupour, we watched Chitty Chitty Bang Bang for the first time ever. The TV was on for the Queen, which Pam insists on watching, the film followed. Full of noise and chaos, yet strangely watchable.

An early Christmas present for Pam was a male Blackcap on the near feeders, and the male Brambling back on the Acer griseum feeders. 

On Christmas Eve, Pam managed a photo of the Grey Wagtail, preening on the spitting frog - through four layers of less than clean glass. 

 

The Sparrowhawk has just had his Boxing Day meal.

First day of Tier 4 lockdown. Not before time. Yet, someone has birded Oulton and Filby Broads according to Birdguides. Not really walking distance from many places. What will we all do on New Year's Day?