A buzzard went over my head just after I took this; quite a pale-coloured one, looking very impressive with its big square wings, but I didn't have the right lens on to photograph it.
We were barked at by this lifeboat-supporting dog. I took its photo, thinking that I would take a photo of it barking, but of course it immediately shut up when I pointed the camera at it. Maybe I will try this tactic on other barky dogs and see if it shuts them up too.
There's frogspawn in the puddles in the wood. It will be lucky if it doesn't get frosted though.
The woods were full of alarmed pheasants, squawking and flapping. No deer, thank goodness, although I think Rosie was on the track of a fox, I didn't see him myself. I'm glad I saw the frogspawn though. There are daffodils in bud in the lanes already, and I met a lady who was making extravagant claims about primroses, though I didn't see them myself.
Apart from that I got little done today apart from a certain amount of cleaning, as I was a bit tired, and ended up doing a lot of vacant internet-clicking, and not the drawing that I had intended. Rosie didn't sleep well, and demanded to go outside with an upset stomach, and then the cats saw at me and began screaming about breakfast, then Pp got up, and a short while later, Brythen came in and began flapping his enormous ears like a ridiculous flappy percussion instrument and in the end I gave up and got up. I intend to go to bed early tonight though, I haven't been sleeping well recently, which is most unlike me.
I did a small painting yesterday, inspired by the Portrait Artist of the Year program on Sky. As usual, it looked kind of OK in pencil and fell apart spectacularly when I gave it some colour - so spectacularly that I'm not even going to photograph it and inflict it on this blog. I may try to re-paint it, possibly, and see if I can get it slightly less wrong next time.