Flying School

The humans have gone mad this weekend, pruning everything that they could get their secateurs round (and sawing things they couldn't) - the myrtle, the flowering cherry, beech hedge, jasmine, choysia (not sure of the spelling of that one!) and the guelder rose. Whole builders bags of tree were taken to the tip. More plants arrived and bags of very dig-able shredded bark mulch. We are transformed.

The garden is a veritable flying school of brown baby starlings and fluffy sparrow fledgelings. It had also gone suspiciously quiet around the bluetit box (no parent birds swearing at anyone who went near the compost bins) so Dad checked and , indeed, the babies have successfully flown. That made Dad also check the "dunnock" box near the holly tree, now well secluded among burgeoning clematis. Sadly, an abandonned nest with cold eggs - and not (as we'd thought, dunnock (blue), but three white eggs flecked with red/brown, of robins. Gulp! Presumably the nest which would have been incubated by the mother robin I "terminated" on 20th April. Mum is therefore muttering darkly "There Deefs - not ONE robin but FOUR!". The evil that Westies do lives after them... the good is often interr-ed with their bones......

Rain rain and more rain today. Must be the Bank Holiday!

Deefs