Sunday 5 February 2012

OF DYING DUCKS AND STUNNED BLUETITS

At first there was mist over the fields,
then it rose and a watery sun tried to pierce the clouds.
The lone holly left from the ledge-laying last year stood out against the greyness.
There was snow on the field in front of the house.

Out with the spade and clearing track and gate. The salt left in the bin on the road from last year (they have not topped it up this one) was sprinkled on the hill outside the gate. Already there are sledge runner tracks in the field behind the house.

There is ice underneath the covering of snow.

I go upstairs with the camera to take pictures of the garden under its thin blanket.

This is the view from the bedroom window.
The wood on the right, the veg beds and fruit ahead and the end of the willow tunnel on the left.
In the middle is the glory of the septic tank now plainly visible as I have cut back the tall grasses. I have more buddleias to plant around it and one day it will be hidden by bushes covered in butterflies.

So to the bluetit which flew into the living room window.
Though stunned it is trying to preen - note the curled up left foot.
It took about five minutes to recover after I had put it somewhere reasonably safe from predators, then flew up to the peanut feeder - the bird I mean.

Unfortunately this was not the only bird problem we had.
My flying duck had lost two of its bamboo chimes so I had to bring it into the kitchen for repairs.

Hence the inelegant sprawl on the kitchen island. A little resuscitation and string on a bodkin did the job and he/she is flying once more outside the kitchen doors.

The chiming mushrooms on sticks M gave me have also been victim of wind and cold, cracking and falling off their stems.

It is hobby-horse time again.

I see it is time again for the luvvies to slap each other in the wallet - BAFTAS, Golden Globes, OSCARS - the cult of the Celeb.
The problem is, if awards were given to those who truly deserved it - carers, charity workers and other unsung heroes, then they might become Celebs too.
It is nice to receive recognition of personal sacrifice but should anyone get an award for just doing their job?

2 comments:

  1. It's been a while since I was last 'here' and a joy to catch up on your posts. Wondering if the calamity of blue-tit flypasts and chimeless ducks is connected to your healing process. Must be frustrating and tenuous with wobbly knees and icy weather but will need more than string on a bodkin to put it right again.
    p.s. May I be so bold as to suggest you put all this into a book - your images are the icing on a very readable cake and you have some time on your hands (and knees) now. Celeb status awaits!

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    1. Have 2 blurb books, the first expensive and self indulgent, the second has made a small profit.
      Neither anything to do with my blog!


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