A few years ago, Youngest was given as a present - a bird house kit. The type that comes as a Swedish style flat pack and an impossibly beautiful picture of the finished article. Youngest (with help from Himself) made it up, painted in bright colours and hid it in a tree. He waited expectantly for bird to move in..... and he waited....and waited....then after 10 minutes he gave up. Several years later, when the paint faded and the box had slipped down deep in to the branches.....a couple blue tits decided that this was the bird house of their dreams.
For days now, we have heard the fledglings trilling but not been able to see them or their parents.
Until Saturday when it was just Himself and I in the garden.
Quietly pottering, him working on his bicycle and me in the greenhouse planting out seedlings and re-potting house plants we kept hearing a rash of fledgling song and decided to investigate.
We caught movement in the corner of the garden, so I set up my camera on a tripod and waited....and waited...and waited (at least 10 minutes!) when I was rewarded by two birds flying in and feeding the chicks and removing the meconium as the parents flew off to forage for the next course of worms and grubs.I took 57 pictures and kept may be 5 at the most. Happy Happy.
Then something unusual thing happened.
At the bottom of the garden - a grey squirrel! I'd gone down to the compost bays to empty a bucket of weeds and there it was - sitting watching me!
Never seen one here before.
I called for Himself to bring the camera and we quickly caught our unusual visitor to our garden.
#30DaysWild Days - you can do it too.