All change

Hello,

So pleased you've found your way here, and hope you find something of interest in my old posts, but I've decided to combine this blog with my old writing related blog and move the new Linda's Jottings to a different address.

The blog description is: Mostly on the art and business of writing although I'm easily distracted ... and I'm sure I'll be including posts on all sorts of topics. I'd love it if you could call in sometime.

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Tea, coffee and cakes now being served! And if you have a blog don't forget to leave your address so I can return the visit.

Babysitting

When I am Rich I will install a bird nursery in my lovely garden – a safe enclosure where parent birds can leave their little fledglings, and I won’t have to worry about them.

Baby house sparrow

 
Over the last few days I’ve had baby blackbirds, starlings, house sparrows, hedge sparrows, robins and goldfinches in my tiny garden.

Baby robin

I know their mums and dads won’t be too far away, but I can’t help watching them just in case a cat or magpie comes along, or they go out on to the road, or they fall off the fence and can’t fly up again …

  And I thought my babyminding days were finished!

Time for Dad to take over!

I love you, but …

I’m constantly delighted by the number and variety of birds that manage to find their way into my small backyard, and I’m usually happy to encourage them by supplying them with food and water. But sometimes I wonder if I’m being a bit too kind.
   

Picture the scene …

It was a fine, sunny day so, after doing the usual weekly wash, I decided to wash some curtains as well. I couldn’t fit everything on the two washing lines strung across the yard but I solved that problem by taking a clothes horse outside and draping some items over that. Then I left it all to dry while I went out for the afternoon.

Glancing through the window when I came back, I noticed some dark streaks down a white towel. I might not have minded too much if it had only been one towel but, on closer inspection, I found that almost all my washing was streaked, spotted and splashed with bird poo!

From the size and quantity I’m pretty sure I know who the culprit was.

Who, me?

It wasn't me!

I’m working on finding a way to make the yard a no-fly area on washing days.

In the meantime, here’s a story about scarecrows

 

In sync

At last, the weather and nature are agreeing with the calendar.

 

Sunshine, showers, and a woodpigeon cooing outside my bedroom window.

It must be April!

 

Blink and you’ll miss it!

Even on cold, grey days you can catch a glimpse of gold

– if you get up early enough!

The best colour for spring

 

Little gleams of gold all over my garden.

I must be Rich!

(I do like the blues and purples too, but gold holds the promise of some much needed sunshine.)

A frugal start

How much did I have to spend to ensure my New Year was happy?

Well, I didn’t need a spectacular firework display, crates of champagne or a lavish party.

But I did treat myself to a lovely new diary (£2.50) and a pack of coloured pens (£1.00).

I’m going to be so organized this year.

I might even get Rich ...

A belated Happy New Year to you all!