As I typed out my last blog post on Friday I had a slight tickly cough and a scratchy feeling in my throat. Didn't think much about it, but a couple of hours later I could hardly breathe through my mouth, the tickly cough had turn into a non-stop hacking and my throat was killing me (remember all in two hours) a runny nose then started. I kept thinking "what the hell" I was alright a minute ago. I started to get hot, then cold, then hot again, this wasn't "man-flu", this was flu, it has been knocking around the workplace and other workplaces for a while and until Friday I had avoided the bugger. The other half was going to ring the doctor, but I told her not to bother, a)it was out of hours ie shit service b)I had all the medication lurking around the house. I got several layers on, wrapped myself in my duvet, not much sleep I was soon awake early Saturday morning, my legs were aching, my shoulders were aching but the cough had weaken, I still had a temperature so common sense prevailed (the other half hid my camera lol) and I stayed in, sniffling away and very bored.
Sunday I felt much better all the symptoms had gone within a 48 hour period, I did remember my buddy Ben the Plumber say "you'll get the trots mate", for my American readers that's cockney for diarrhoea......oh yeah, so Sunday was mostly spent very close to the toilet, the other oddity whilst it was sunny and warm outside on Saturday and Sunday, I was freezing, my body temperatures gone back to normal and by midday Sunday I wasn't dashing off to the toilet.
Flaming typical I spent the winter in snow covered fields, icy winds blasting on top of cliffs, frost covered nature reserves and general freezing temperatures in my lorry on nights out...did I get a flu then, did I heck, I had to wait for the first decent weather of the summer I guess that is truly sods law.
Whilst sitting in the garden trying to get warm and wrestling my beef sarnie from Jim, my hound, I got the local male sparrowhawk flying over the house. Came over very low and grabbed a few images. I had no strength and was struggling to hand hold my "mini-Bertha" (300mm/f2.8&1.4tc) I was truly a pathetic drip. Other birds noted from the garden were a Buzzard (not bad for an urban enviroment), Housemartin,2 Swifts,House Sparrow,Starlings (which came to the feeder as I sat inches away) and then I heard a call and I thought "what the f**k", I've heard it before but couldn't place it, whatever it was there was two of them calling, I had to go and track it down. So permission slip signed (I had to leave the camera behind and take Jim) off I went. I got to Keswick Close, when I found myself imitating the call, then it struck me, what an idiot, I remember this bird from last year, I thought because I hadn't seen it all winter that it had been predated,died from the cold or got re-caught....it was two lovely red Crimson Rosella Parakeets, obviously escapees, were they the same ones from last year (the ones from last year were grey though), you'll also have to take my word no medication was involved (honest-lol) in fact they had settled on one persons roof and were drawing quite a crowd (how I knew were the birds where) all with camera phones out etc, hopefully they'll be around for a bit longer and I can get some images of their id tags on their feet and see if they are the same birds from last year.
On a jovial note my sister was in Bath and took this image of some owls, she only did it because there was a sign saying "copyright protected, no photographs"...ooops!