Thursday, 7 January 2010
Bit of this
The garden has become a magnet to blackbirds. They strut their stuff even the ladies pick fights. The pecking order is fascinating to watch. At the last count there were 9. They discover a common enemy, driving off the thrush that landed on their patch.
Cheered later on by the discovery of a thrush making the best of red berries shed by the large evergreen tree over hanging the manor wall.
A delicious aniseed smell escapes the box as the lid is prized off. Now what on earth did I buy aniseed seeds for.
Bit of that
Action is only taken when body language is ignored