The “foreign” blackbirds haven’t arrived yet, so the evenings are less noisy with the sounds of the locals staking out territory. The Redwings and Fieldfares are similarly on the visitor list seeking overnight Airbnb facilities. Comforting to know then that our larders are full of sustenance for the burgers.
It feels a bit false to say that because we have only known the greenhouse…
Yes, there are dull days in January. Dull, dreary, dreich, cold, freezing, snowy (or “wintry…
We had a software glitch which rendered the site unstable. We are glad to report…
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).