Live footage of the year 2020 as it goes on…
I have been spending quite a lot of time in lockdown being a bit of a twitcher in the garden. In a Bill Oddie style I mean, but without the beard or the depressive bi-polar disorder (although hmmmm now that you mention it?).
The local birdlife have been getting a bit lively round here. I saw a red kite soaring above the neighbourhood last week, happy as you like. No shits given (probably just as well given the size of him!). Many a time I have been swinging in the hammock of a morning (easy now!) listening to the local avian fraternity. I am pretty sure they are plotting to take over the world like something from an Alfred Hitchcock movie. We’ll all come out of lockdown and those of us who don’t crumble to dust after 9 weeks of hiding indoors with the blinds down or succumb to the first cough or sneeze after weeks of embalming themselves in bleach, will just get pecked to death by a murder of marauding crows.
There is definitely one bird less in the forthcoming avian uprising though. I had been watching a little sparrow the last few days. It was getting braver and braver, getting closer to me in the hammock and playing chicken on the lawn while the cats were sunbathing. Well, the other day its luck ran out. We found Alan Lickman chowing down on it in the middle of the lawn. Feathers eaten and the lot. Just 2 small feathers left and something that looked like a bowel or rubbery intestine of some kind.
Farewell my tiny friend. I did try and warn you.
Meanwhile, on our walk in the local woodland last night, I spotted a carrier bag at the side of the lane. One should always check such things for discarded kittens, puppies or severed human body parts – but what we found was 3 red onions, a sealed packet of smoked mackerel and a pot of something that may have been cockles, or possibly some kind of blended human entrails.
Bman had to be dissuaded from claiming the mackerel and onions as his own.
Finders keepers and all that. I made him leave it where it was.
We also raked about a bit in a purportedly haunted tunnel, inexplicably marked with numbers in chalk on the walls. Might go again of a night with some tech to listen for phantom feet running through the stream.
Anyway, enjoy your weekends. It is Friday you know. For those of us not able to go back to work yet, this is your day of the week check.