Tag: tabby

September 4th – A short run out on a day that didn’t go well and on which I felt groggy and ill with a bad stomach, with the exertions of the previous days taking their toll.

So just a spin on an errand to Walsall Wood, but I did finally get to meet the Chandler’s Keep eyebrow cat, who was sat on the bridge embankment and came to say hello.

I was also interested in the dozing grey and white tabby in a canal garden in Walsall Wood. He looked very inscrutable.

Any day in which you see cats at leisure is a good day.

April 26th – Poor long-range photos, but these are for @thestymaster, a fellow cat fan. As the spring really gets into gear, those minders of the summer street – domestic cats – emerge from their winter torpor and start patrolling, loafing, lazing and generally keeping a eye on their outdoor kingdoms.

I spotted this delightful partial tabby checking out the neighbourhood for compliance in Pleck, and he was most put out to discover I’d spotted him. Do look at that tail – the one terminal white ring.

I love to see the cats outdoors. A sure sign of an improving climate.

August 18th – I was on the lookout for kingfishers – I’d seen a couple flying down the canal this week, and one tantalisingly perched, who scarpered quickly when my camera beeped as it switched on. Today though, in Pleck, I was having no luck.

Then I spotted why.

A patch of white was twitching and moving in the long grass on the far side of the canal – and on closer inspection turned out to be a tabby and white puss with a remarkable tail engaged in stalking something.

I don’t know what was holding the cat in such rapt attention, but it didn’t even turn to look at me when called. 

My search for a good kingfisher photo opportunity continues…

May 29th – A quick run through Walsall Wood on the cut on a wet morning rewarded me with all kinds of life in the dripping wet green. The swan family from the Watermead were near Clayhanger Bridge and had obviously gone past their nap-time. Shame about the litter, sadly left where people were fishing the day before.

If people bring stuff with them, is it really so hard to take it back home?

The Canada Geese goslings are also growing well, and were closer to The Black Cock bridge – but in-between, a stripy fellow was being nonchalant and pretending he’d not seen me.

Life teams this time of year, rain or shine.