The day after Annie and Ollie went home there was a pane smashed in the greenhouse Annie had been tidying up for me. It was low down near the entrance, no stone in sight.
I can only imagine that a pheasant was chased and barged into the glass.
I can only imagine that a pheasant was chased and barged into the glass.
My Indian Bean Tree is looking lovely right now:
The "Daisy Bush", present from Gerd and Maria, is blooming lovely too.
I've started clearing my "wild patch",
and tore out a huge amount of nettles by the big [still draining] pond, my arms are still tingling!
Meanwhile the ducks were in the field where Ben was having a "kip":
They found a place for more snoozing the next day as well, in front of their old sleeping quarters, the shed. The ramp to that is broken now, something else I'll have to mend.
Friday was an extremely wet day, it rained from morning till night. I had an appointment in Derby where I arrived early in the City Centre, and then got hopelessly lost trying to get to my destination [one way streets, diversions, gridlock]. I parked up in a side street and asked for directions from a kind gentleman who walked me to where I had to be. After the successful meeting I couldn't find my way back to the car again, and walked the side streets of Derby for two hours in the pouring rain!
Yesterday I had charming little visitors, a hen pheasant with a single, growing chick. I notice they were here again today.
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