Bunny in the Garden — GOT IT!

Bunny in the Garden — Got it!

We have had a rabbit hopping through the garden since spring. We don’t know where it goes to and we don’t know where it comes from. It does not stay long. Sometimes it does not stop at all. We have no objection to it nibbling weeds in the lawn or borders and there is no evidence of damage to anything. Hoppity usually has his ears up listening for trouble. Amazing that he’s still alive. There are plenty of predators in the area.
I have tried to catch him with my camera many times. When I have had it ready he hasn’t appeared. I race to get it and he’s gone, or just disappearing . Today my hubby called to say he was on the lawn. I rushed for the camera. Did not stop to get the focal distance correct and snapped the bunny through the kitchen window — never mind the haze caused by double glazing and the usual distortion of damp mist on the glass. No time to open the door to get a snap. No time to readjust the camera from the past setting.
Okay not perfect, but I now have my dear bunny on record.
No way would we eat him. Neither would we eat the dear squirrels. Unfortunately, a shop in London is selling squirrel meat. No doubt before long they will be hunted down for their flesh as well as the hatred some folk have for them. Already interest is growing. Golly, you would have to suck bones to get anything from them.

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Little things that change our thinking.



Yesterday ended well. Someone got in touch, requesting information about writing and self-publishing. I doubt her comments about my writing were just flattery, otherwise why choose me to gather grains of knowledge? It gave me a good feeling. We all need to feel appreciated. A low self-esteem is not conducive to fulness of life.
Okay, so the sands of time are running low but it is good to find they are mostly golden grains!
Little things really do mean a lot:
A pair of squirrels are going crazy in the garden — leaping and dashing, prancing round each other. Junior fun or the mating game? Ah yes, we oldies remember that all right!
The nesting pigeon has now flown away from the nest. Did that egg finally hatch — it's had plenty of time to hatch and produce a fat youngster. No evidence (carcass or feathers on the ground) that a cat or bird of prey had it for lunch.
The mother blackbird has been trying to feed a young one with a lump of white food. It pecked but turned away. She kept offering it, pecking at it herself to get bits to feed to her infant. It was going on for a while. We suddenly realised it must be a nugget of polystyrene. Concerned (would it choke?), we dashed to the door but the blackbird just flew off with it. Now I am worried it's beak has stuck in the stuff. Well, if I don't worry about that, I'll find something else!
Must make a list out — chores to do and shopping this afternoon.
And must try and get a bit of creative writing done today — lots of starts and much to finish!

Birds have their nests, but squirrels get their nuts!

Yesterday was a busy day with domestic chores, but also with time for reflection.
The mother blackbird appeared again, complete with her two young. Sigh of relief!
Rain fell, bringing much needed refreshment to all our trees and shrubs.
A squirrel won round 9001 of my husband's efforts to make them work for their birds' nuts. It's an ongoing contest to make the feeder proof against the squirrels' sharp teeth and claws. He doesn't want to make it completely impossible, otherwise we would see less of them and their funny antics. This morning the feeder was on the ground and the nuts all gone.
We had a good laugh in the morning — a squirrel had a complete camellia flower in it's little hands (like they do with mushrooms) and was nibbling at the petals.
It is good to have time to live close to nature. Not much writing done though.