Garden glory

The bird situation gets no better. I hear a wren. I think I heard robin subsong, and often hear robin complaints. I see blue, great and coal tits and occasionally blackbirds. The starlings and pigeons feast and today there was a magpie.

Disconsolate, I have plodded to the park a few times and have been delighted to be remembered by the clever crows. The Driveways are the most present, the Unbrave Two (yes, only two) remain smart and alert and I also fed two other pairs, one of which must have been the Divines but I am now not sure if they are on the side or bottom of the park. Oh and the Flyings often show up as a FOUR these days.

Back in the garden, I have sought to find solace in the plants.

All my little trees are alive and well. An oak, a rowan, a horse chestnut and the many poplars.

Since I took that, the wind's blown most of their leaves off, so it's probably nearly time to chop them with bonsi-brutality.