Today the weather is almost too fine
Lulling us into the belief Spring has actually arrived.
Add to this the noisy dawn chorus of bird gossip this past week: chirrrrrup! tweet-tweet…..ahahahah ooooooee, drrrr , drrrrr, rrrrrrrrookoo, rrrrrrrrookoo and we are virtually convinced
a rough transcript of the conversation I overheard this morning:
“I rediscovered last year’s nesting place, only to find squatters had beat me to it; can you believe that?
Ye-e-eess; I kindly requested they vacate the premises and do you know how they responded?
In a not so very polite manner they shooooooed me off! told me to get the f* out of their squat and mind my own business. Can you believe that?
Ye-e-eess. So, how about your selves, have you managed to find a nesting spot?
Indeed we have! Do you know the blue shed, the one she refers to as ‘her studio’ ?
Well there are several wooden boxes screwed onto the north-facing wall, we found an empty one and moved in straight away!
No-o-oooo, good for you!
Ye-e-eess, we feel most fortunate”
And so on, and so forth