Thursday 04 February
We’ve always sat around the table to have dinner at the end of the day. The four of us. Phones are not allowed, no TV or radio in the background. It’s very rare that this doesn’t happen.
It hasn’t been something we’ve enforced either. I think we all genuinely like being together for that short time, sharing food and the events and thoughts from our respective days. And we discuss the latest news, be it local, national, global or personal. And we are nearly always interested.
The past week or so, although the togetherness is still there, there have been a few conversations that have been on the verge of getting snappy. The lockdown and persistence of this pandemic is taking its toll on us all. Me and Lisa are tired, really drained, and the kids are on the verge of cabin fever. But we are a resilient bunch and we talk to each other a lot, and that will be enough to get is through.
My day started with my usual twenty-five mile, thirty-five minute journey to work. In that relatively short trip I went from clear frosty skies to foggy, saturated air.
When I arrived, I was told that one of our kestrels was back, perched on top of the fence out the back. A real pleasing surprise, and backed up with a foggy camera photo too. I think, privately, my colleague who saw it was as pleased as me. We then looked up whether kestrels migrate. That’s a good conversation to have when you first arrive at work.
The Bald Birder 