Friday 29 January
Fifty more days of this daily blog to go. That has really brought home to me how long this pandemic has been going. It really is feeling disturbingly normal and I can’t completely remember how it feels to shake hands or hug someone. Even standing within a couple of meters of someone else who’s not in my immediate family. I know this will recover but I think it will take time for people to return to the way things were.
Another two vaccines have been approved for use in the UK and the rollout programme is moving at a pace. The EU is angry as it has not been getting the same supply levels that the UK have. The post-Brexit relationship has not started well.
What we have lacked in snow we have had in rain. Buckets of it. The ground has been wet for weeks now. Really wet. But, I keep telling myself that in six months time we will be grateful of the current saturation, raising the water table and keeping the stores full.
I fed the birds at work this morning. Again, the subtle satisfaction of putting food out for creatures that will show no gratitude or dedication. It’s a simple act of kindness, I guess, although it does provide a reward of sorts.
And this weekend, I will be spending some quality time watching the birds in the back garden. It’s the RSPB’s Big Garden Birdwatch and I suspect, with the UK in the grips of a national lockdown, there will be quite a high return of data.
The Bald Birder 