WHAT FUR

The garden is strangly quiet now that the birds no longer require feeding and have gone off to build nests and things, so I was surprised to see another visitor to one of the feeding dishes we had left out.

At first I could not make out what exactly the moving object was, but as I studied it I realised that it was a very small dormouse. A sweet little thing with big ears and a tail longer than its body. It sits and feeds not even bothered by us going to and fro to the garage, I just hope the grey tabby that comes into our garden does not have it for lunch one day.

AT THE BOTTOM OF OUR GARDEN

A robin family have taken up residence in the ivy growing on the wall of our garden. It is lovely to watch the parents flying too and fro feeding the babies in the nest. Daddy robin does most of the feeding flying down to the grass and dragging worms out of the ground and flying back to the nest. He often spends a few minutes perched on a post in between worms and tonight both parents perched on adjoining posts "talking" to each other - you can just imagine the conversation " I can't wait until they fly the nest, I'm absolutely worn out......"!