Early one morning

Mr Furlong fed the birds early today as we were going out. They must watch him. He had just come in and closed the door (which they must listen for too) and they arrived. A young starling, some dunnocks, several sparrows and tits came in for chow. They simply continue feeding over or under a pair of collard doves, depending who got to the feeders first.

I was  in my bedroom – the hide – doing my face and watching.

Blow me down, a bird arrived that I have never seen before – ever. Not even at our last house where there were many more types of birds at the feeder.

I raced for the Oracle to answer my question according to my description. And here he is! A male bullfinch!

So handsome, he took my breath away…

 

In praise of fur

This morning I saw my face. I took the trouble to polish the mirror I use to put my makeup on.

The Furlong’s now dead dog’s whisker

This morning I went through some emotional pain.

FEED the birds in Summer

There is a myth that in Summer you should not feed the birds. The Summer is a time of fullness and blossoming.

Lesson learned

The Furlongs have a blackbird family that are feeding their young.

Oh – rage again

Oh, I hate myself!

I have just been abusive to Mr Furlong – again.

Beautiful vermin

This morning, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a squirrel in our garden – a sort of brownish chap.

Wow – a flock!

I was standing at the kitchen window when a stunning event happened.

Confirmed – speeches at weddings are bad for blood glucose levels – Bishop Curry to blame.

The Furlongs had a bash.

For the Royal Wedding.

We watched it on TV.

Basketball champ

The Furlong granddaughter comes here every Friday afternoon. We went for a walk. We ended up on the grassy field behind our home where occasionally some boys in a nearby house kick a ball about. Sometimes they leave the balls there.