D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

The hummingbirds are using their feeder more obviously now. A couple of times one has been about to feed, seen us with the dog, and hung around waiting for us to leave the area. This morning he or she instead perched on a privet sprig - and then another arrived and divebombed, and they flew away fighting loudly.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Almost dark this morning when I heaved the door open. In fact at 6:15 I was thinking it was only 5:15. But the gloomy morning blew away as we walked the dogs in the park.

D.O.P.-T.

This morning an autumnal sun like molten brass when I left work, and I noticed the red chestnut trees have conkers in them, and their leaves are all edged with orange-brown. And the city grass underneath is a swamp with 5" mushrooms growing in it . . .