1920/26th August 2023 "Master Sparrow! It's eating our nuts!" . " Master S told us to fly up in its face." "But it went right on chomping?" "It was sitting on our wheelbarrow!" "How did it get its fat ass up there?" . "That's rather unkind talk!" "Do you call me fat behind my back?" … Continue reading Only yesterday
0653/31st March 2023 There are days and not a few, when Word Press tries my considerable bank of patience. Perhaps the bank is less considerable these days. God knows I've had to make withdrawals to get this far. No doubt it's just me making exceptional demands. It's why I don't attempt to change my format … Continue reading Above ground
0638/1st March 2023 Days when I awake with a pounding headache, I am not best pleased to be assaulted by a cat. Toby is frustrated that I have taken to wearing a hat to deter him from yanking out mouthfuls of hair. So this morning he decided to bite me instead. "Oh Toby!" I protested. … Continue reading Partly
7th February 2023 "Ahoy! Complaints Department!" "There are squirrels in our breakfast!" . Mr/Mrs Cow are welcome. They are polite." "And wait their turn." "Long-beaks think they own the world." "Rude. Pushy. Pugilists." "Oh. That's a long word for a Sparrow. I think I'm going to faint." . "The little red one's alright." "She's got … Continue reading Sparrow woe
2nd January 2023 "Was it something I said?" "Rude she-cats! Mutter mutter." After hitting us up for three lots of breakfast, the boy took himself around the front to stare at the all-purpose hole in the sumac. Perhaps he fancied a main course of mouse or chipmunk. Then Grant went out with his walkers. Muffin … Continue reading *LBJ
0814/15th December 2022 A group of Sparrows, I've decided ought to be known as a "scavenge"! "Host" may be the proper name, according to Google, but I believe my title is more accurately descriptive. Bottoms up. You'll have to excuse my little friends. Someone told them there is a storm coming. So they are in … Continue reading Scavenge!
19th June 2022 "Here's one of those wormy things!" exclaimed Grant. "You can't call them worms!" "Wormy, caterpillary things." "Whatever!" This morning's count was six. In the interest of preserving sanity, I really must limit counting to maybe twice a day and at prescribed times. Perhaps I could issue them with minute id tags. "Lady, … Continue reading What we do..
0734/23rd February, 2022 This view did not inspire rushing outside this morning, so we lingered over breakfast, beginning our day watching Eddie Izzard skits on Grant's phone. His "sound effects" are priceless. It's always good to start the day with a laugh. Finally, though, I could no longer ignore our avian friends that were waiting … Continue reading Working it out
A few mornings ago as I finished my tea, I spotted a "dule" of mourning doves in the tree we call the 'waiting room' but before I could focus properly, they had all bogged off leaving one brave soul to pose. Or maybe it had been asleep. It looked a little bemused: "Where'd everyone go?" … Continue reading On going challenge
17th April 2021 Poor Mr Titmouse. What a shock for him when he came for his evening meal last night. He looked down, hoping he's imagined it, then looked up again. There it was. Sitting right in the bird feeder. Little Red. The feeders are widely spaced, between the poles that support the porch roof, … Continue reading Bandits!