Family size increases by one.

April clearly feels that our family isn’t large enough.

She has a cat flap, and is free to leave the house as she needs, and nighttime is when she goes on her ‘adoption runs’. To be fair (if catching wildlife can be considered fair), she rarely kills anything she brings home–though she is partial to the taste of moths.

We’ve tried to give the birds a bit more of a chance by fitting her collar with a bell, and that has helped a lot,but there are lots of other exciting things that she can still catch if she can find the energy in the 100+ degree late-evening heat.

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Hummingbird in flight

Canon 7d – f/10, ISO 2000, 250mm, 1/2656 sec

Our resident hummingbird, George (so named because he sounds a little like George Jetson’s car when he flies past).

Not quite as confident around people as Henry used to be, but still as territorial. This shot was taken as he came in to feed.

St. David’s Cathedral, Wales

Our recent trip to the UK gave us plenty of time to sight-see. I admit there is a lot of my own country that I haven’t seen, so I was quite happy to do the tourist thing and enjoy the sights with my wife. One or two of the places I had seen before, but south-west Wales was one part I hadn’t visited, and there is plenty to see. One of our first stops was St. David’s, a very small city on the coast.

St. David’s is the smallest city in Britain (size and population). It was given the status of city in the 16th century due to the presence of St. David’s Cathedral, built in the late 12th century. Although it lost its city status in 1888, it regained it in 1994 at the request of Queen Elizabeth II, due to its Christian heritage and previous status. David’s importance to the church prompted Pope Calixtus II (Pope for five years until his death in 1124) to decree that two pilgrimages to St David’s would be the equivalent of one to Rome.

The image below shows Saint David’s Cathedral with the Bishop’s Palace to the left and behind.

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St David’s Cathedral




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Arizona Renaissance Festival


Last month saw us at the Renaissance Festival, in Gold Canyon..

Always strange to see what Americans do with the ‘re-enactments’, so different from those in the UK…

…Starting with the buildings.

They are a little different, given that they are already there in Britain, and we have no current control over the designs of yesteryear.


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We’ve been adopted…

Sometimes it just happens–someone walks into your home, calls it ‘theirs’, and adopts you. That’s what happened to us recently when the little lady below decided she needed someone to feed her on a regular basis and provide her with cuddles and scratches behind the ears. No name yet. She’ll let us know in time, I’m sure.


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Blogs of old…

Yesterday I found a cached version of the blog I started over ten years ago. It began on Blogspot, and they were kind enough to hold on to some of it all this time.

My first post was a little under a month after my father passed away, and was nothing more than a poem that I had written about his passing.

I may, in time, post some of my older stuff here as well, but below is what started it all.

A Gentle Breeze

Only the one among them felt the gentle breeze as it passed by;
And only the one heard the soft voices that that breeze carried with it;
And only the one lay down, closed his eyes, and slept.

But there were many whose laughter and cheer could be heard;
And there were many whose love and warmth could be felt;
And there were many who stood to welcome him home when finally he awoke.

And those that remain will mourn with a quiet sadness.
But when the tears are gone, and when the sadness has passed,
There will be the memories of his warmth and of his smile
And the feeling of a gentle breeze that carries with it the laughter of the one who loves them still.