A color, macrophoto of a Robin perched on a branch in Virginia, during late April, 2026. The capture was taken during rain and the photographer snapped the photo at the split second a raindrop fell on the top of the bird's head, making it appear like a "natural" crown. 📸 Dawn Denise Boyer of Gloucester, Virginia

#WonderfulBirdWednesday

Right in the middle of rain, the photo was captured the split second a droplet of water landed on the #Robins head like a crown! 👑
04/2026

#Birds #Nature
#FlawlessTiming 🌟
#FMSPAD
#SomethingThatFlies
#Birdsky #Wildlife
#Photography
#BirdPhotography
#Macrophotography

Witness the mesmerizing murmuration of starlings in Italy, a stunning display of nature's coordination and beauty as they dance through the sky in unison.

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Happy National Library Week! 💙📚

This is why I always turn up 25 minutes after the advertised time.

Cinemas are one of the few places you CAN avoid adverts.

Try skipping them on You-Tube...

Very true. As I piper I know that tunes I learnt in my youth are permanently stored. Even if I haven't played them for decades.

Tunes I learnt recently evaporate if I don't play them for three weeks.

Goodnight from Mary Marlow, pouring extra cider into the Gathergood stew she’s making for her late husband’s birthday dinner. Goodnight from Susie Mugford, feeling hollowed out by The Boom-boom Club and wishing there was a spell to cure the heart of tenderness. Goodnight from Hookland.

My woodland temple wears its bluebell best. My woodland temple sings songs of memory, the persistence of return. Sometimes our role as witches is as witness, as listener to the land telling its truths. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

One of many sites I've visited in company with #Hookland.

Very evocative.

A scotch egg with ... healthy stuff?

It is not always clear what animal in the wooden bestiary of pew carvings is being depicted. Sometimes we must scratch our heads and at the end know no more than this is one of the Lord-of-the-the-Forest's subjects, this one owes its loyalty to the King-Under-the-Sea. – #CLNolan

Everywhere we are, or nowhere.

Goodnight from the diamantaire’s workshop on Hope Street, where Eddie Bissell is faceting a gem to trap the spirit of Armaros. Goodnight from Brian Danbury, wondering why aliens haven’t responded to his telepathic message to land their saucer in his back garden. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from The Girl In The Well pub, where Henry Fry’s claims that his stuffed weasel is possessed are being met with strong scepticism. Goodnight from Rebecca Wood, dreaming again of a shop that sells nothing but dolls’ eyes and four-faced angel charms. Goodnight from Hookland.

Oh, I'm not Scottish.

I had my fill of such fare in January.

Fourteen Burns Nights...

And before that was Nouvelle Angouleme.

So about 35,000 years before horses were first domesticated. This is a sculpture of a prey animal.

It's basically a re-make of Hell in the Pacific.

Ah, that bit at the end of Lords and Ladies when you realise, “Terry Pratchett asked, ‘why don’t elves like iron?’ and decided the answer was, ‘because they rely on animal magnetism.’” and, “This whole entire plot has been crafted out of that one pun, hasn’t it?”

Stonehenge spring equinox sunrise

Sunrise
#standingstonesunday

Some of them were, some of them weren't.

They were people, after all - and that's what you get with people.

Goodnight from The Crater Club, where live performance of Tarmigan’s album All Our Dead Tomorrows has put the audience into a trance. Goodnight from the cats of Vinegar Alley, arguing how best to turn mice offerings into a successful petition for revenge. Goodnight from Hookland.

"Almost felt you liked the Forest! That's good! That's uncommonly kind of you"

Wistman's wood, Dartmoor

Buchanan Castle, 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

So neat seeing nature reclaim it.

It’s “deserted Island” not “ desert Island”. I just really needed to get that off my chest.

There comes a moment when you realise your weirdness is you strength. Lean into it. There comes a moment when you realise you are Fully-grown Changeling. Celebrate it. We are strange and we are here.

For I am of the land's haunted hodology. The turn in the road that leads to the phantom encounter. Ghost-crowed ways where to walk is to scuff up stories. Where to walk is to join a company of travellers from beyond the now. I am happy giving way to the spectral corpse-cart. – #CLNolan

12 Angry Men was released #OTD 1957. Director: Sidney Lumet. #Filmsky

Pictures at an Exhibition - Emerson, Lake and Palmer.

Goodnight from Felicity Miller, coming to terms with the fact that Hathaway’s Antiques Guide is limited when it comes to cursed objects. Goodnight from the Brighthaven ‘Beer Mile’, where the ale frenzy of a stag party has accidentally summoned certain old gods. Goodnight from Hookland.