Ravendale House

Last winter a grey squirrel (or perhaps several grey squirrels) was a regular visitor to the nuts on the bird table. I didn’t mind him having some bird nuts, as long as he didn’t destroy my bird feeder in the process.

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I’ve written before about how much I love trees, but it’s fair to say most of my hands -on experience has been with native species. Of all the trees I know, probably my least favourite is the poplar. I don’t know why, I just don’t like it, and would never dream of growing one.

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At last I can report that the robin has forgiven me. At 4.30 pm today, just as it was going dark, he had a splash about in his new bird bath.

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Life never ceases to amaze don’t you think? I’ve written at some length, ad nauseam, some might say, about the infamous footstools, but now I have a further, unexpected, chapter for you.

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Yesterday I put the bird feeder out and had another run-in with a wren.

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Today it is exactly 40 years since I started my first job. Indeed it was my only job as things turned out. Little did I know on that November morning that I was starting a life path that would last 36 years, find me a husband and lots of good friends.

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Or perhaps that should be a confused bird lover .

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It’s not unusual, during Spring and Summer, for birds to get into the conservatory. How they react to this mishap, seems to depend on species.

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I think I’m turning into a grumpy old woman, Peter says I’ve been both grumpy and old for years! Today I went to the dentist.

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Here we go again, the clocks have gone back and I’m still operating under British Summer Time. I think we’ve been here before.

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