Seven o'clock on a March Monday morning. It's blustery but bright. The swans are returning and heading North. We watch three groups fly low across the estuary towards their summer feeding grounds further up the coast. They're close enough for us to see the orange on their beaks. Two of the groups have twelve birds, the third ten. Their wings make that other worldly whoop whoop sound as they pass over us. How beautiful and stately they look.
In the far distance we see the farmers wife out walking the dogs. Moments later 'Puppy' appears. She's found an old potato that has become her pride and enjoy. She's keen to show it to us.
Puppy, oblivious to human concerns, continues to proudly display the potato she's found. Isn't life grand ?
The university gardeners have been busy. The flower boxes outside the administration buildings are planted out and looking very festive and spring like in time for Easter.
Taking the leaves off strawberries :https://x.com/Rainmaker1973/status/2033166324374110239
Atlanta :https://x.com/adamwren/status/2033298422678143307
The cost of building an Iranian drone :https://www.phenomenalworld.org/analysis/cost-of-a-shahed/
Water and sanitation in the third world. More involving than the title would suggest :https://substack.com/home/post/p-188824185
A walk in the wind :https://sketchplanations.substack.com/p/uitwaaien
The stomach as the second mind :https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/1119811
Is this a great place to live ... or not ? :https://www.codastory.com/disinformation/the-influencer-bubble-can-content-creators-continue-to-airbrush-the-gulf/