I spent part of the morning in Farmleigh, and most of the rest of the day in the garden. C decided he wasn't hungry enough for roast chicken and lemon sponge pudding, so we had pizza instead. A good excuse to use the fresh yeast someone kindly gave me. I just need to make sure I don't mix up the spare pizza dough that went into the freezer with the Naan bread dough.
The robins again made hay while the sun shone, scavenging everywhere I had dug to see what titbits they could find. C said he saw them seeing off an interloper - they know where they are well off. In fact, I saw them fly out of the back porch yesterday - I think they had made a unilateral decision to raid the tub of mealworms. I also had a dove in the back porch - I think it might have been hoping to forage in the sack of seeds, but then the door blew shut.
Some poor bird is homeless - I found this nest on the path in Farmleigh. It was ever so soft to feel, and as light as a feather. Looking at the feathers in it, where they are coloured at the tips, it could possibly be a chaffinch, or even a robin. It was mostly moss and lichen, and about four to five inches across.
1 comment:
Look at that busy bee. Great picture. That nest is a true work of art. What a great find for you but a true loss for the poor bird who did all that work.
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