Finally back to the garden, dodging the showers, weeding neglected flower beds, letting light in to over shadowed plants. The new apprentices show up as soon as my fork hits the ground. Trying to lift out weeds with a chicken balancing on the tines makes gardening a bit more interesting. Chooks happily gobbling errant grubs; though I feel sorry for the worms assaulted at both ends – surprisingly elastic!

Beech leaves and butterflies flutter across the garden. Three Red Admirals enjoy the late sun, staying teasingly out of camera-shot, playing above my shoulders. A few resilient flowers blossom on, welcoming the last persistent visitors. Whether it is the absence of a cat or the presence of a bird feeder; the garden is filled with birds. Tree creeper, chaffinch, blackbirds, robins, blue tits, great tits, coal tits, long tailed tits, greenfinches and something that looks almost like at flycatcher but probably isn’t. The Sea King flies overhead to be quickly followed by another sound not clearly recognisable. Straining ears and eyes, scanning the sky they come into view; a skein of swans flying south. Disrupted by the passage of the helicopter they call out to one another until they have reformed their V- formation. It’s hard to work with so much distraction…

 

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