The thrush was sitting on a branch in a cherry tree in the grounds of Blarney Castle late in the evening, and it stayed put long enough for a few frames. The next photo is a blur as the bird looked the other way, and the following photo is of a bare branch. The thrush had flown away.
Blarney House lies about 500m from the famous Castle, but I bet many of the tourists that come to visit the castle never go over to visit it, or walk around the grounds.
I took this from the Coachford Greenway, shooting through the ditch instead of over it, which is why you’ll see the frame of dark leaves and grass. The sky was flat grey and heavy.
A few minutes later it started raining, but I had an umbrella, and I had a couple of nice photos. Worth the walk back to the car in the rain.
The feeder at Carbery Cottage Guest Lodge on the Sheep’s Head is inside a rusted steel cage, so I couldn’t get a single photo without bars in it. It also stops crows and larger birds getting at the food!
The great tits were juveniles, still yellow in the cheek and a bit ragged about the head, and they spent more time hanging off the wire than actually feeding. One of the sparrows had a crumb of seed stuck to its beak. The goldfinch was the only bird with any real colour on it, red face, black and white head, and of course enjoying a feed of seeds.
The cardoons in Blarney Castle Gardens have been left to flower, which is what you do if you want bees rather than dinner. This one was about the size of my fist, and the bumblebee had worked its way into the lower edge of it, half buried in the purple. I shot it zoomed in, so only a few centimetres of the florets is sharp and everything behind falls off to green. Some of the heads either side had already browned off and gone to seed, but the bees were busy feeding off the remaining ones.
Shot from below, the memorial’s three bronze wings blot out most of the sky. A man in a grey hoodie sat on the granite wall at the base, hunched over something in his lap, tiny against the thing behind him. He’d picked the one spot where the monument stops being a monument and turns into somewhere to sit.
Take him out of the frame and you’d have no clue how big it actually is.
The Silesian Insurgents Memorial‘s three wings stand for the three Silesian Uprisings of 1919, 1920, and 1921, when Polish-speaking Silesians rose against German rule after the First World War. It was designed by sculptor Gustaw Zemła, unveiled in 1967, and is 61 tonnes, assembled from 350 parts, with the tallest wing reaching 14 metres.
The fireworks went up from a barge moored out in Cobh harbour, and the launch point sits right there at water level, a small fountain of sparks and smoke below the main burst. Unfortunately the barge drifted with the current, and it ended up quite far down the town, probably away from the main crowds!
The stone warehouses along Custom House Quay have sat behind their green doors for as long as I can remember. Behind them the glass offices construction of the Railyard Apartments tower climbs up, with two cranes over the work.
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