Aerobatics

We are looking out of the spare bedroom this morning while Dad's dressing for work, and the Sparrowhawk decides to put on a superb display of aerial manouvring. Starting at the fence down to our left, by the neighbour's pyracantha, she shoots across the garden, then turns hard left and down following the steps line, under the jasmine arbour. She pulls up hard in front of the Paulownia tree, then curves hard left again back into a dive, under the wooden arch with the yellow rose on it, back up the steps line and banks hard right back onto the fence.

It's fantastic to watch - I knew the hawk family were known for their manouvrability, jinking between the trees in dense woodland - all be it she doesn't catch anything this time. Then she sees us looking and is gone - across the garden and the Angel Betty's garden and out of sight. Wish I could fly like that! I'd be able to get those pesky squirrels for sure!

After the Bank Holiday (of course), the sun comes out. Dad's relieved, as he's in the 2CV today (driving 2CV's in the rain = wet knees.). We get a gently walk through the allotments where the rain has swelled the broad beans, so Dad stops to pick a huge carrier bag full, including some for the "Mulchman" (another blogger). While this happens I'm on a "restraining order" (Asbo would be proud of me!), due to my keen-ness fopr trampling through everyone's seed beds (allegedly). For restraining order read "lead tied to a fence post while Dad picks beans"

Have a good 'un

ps I wonder if Ellie has had her trip to the poodle-parlour yet? Oh and rumour tells of Archie being shouted at for being full length down a muddy hole he'd dug in the border on a wet day - only his tail visible. Responding to the shout he ran back indoors and then, thinking he was going to be told off he avoided Old-Dad by running in playful circles round the living room table, scattering half the garden across the carpet. Bet he was popular!

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