Amongst my hundreds of gardening books, I have quite a few old-fashioned tomes full of nature stories. I have often wondered how they found the time to study and observe Nature for many hours so the authors were able to record and pass on the stories. Perhaps I have now found out. No vacuum cleaning, no washing up and indeed, no computing to be done gives one with all the time in the world!
I am quite sure that the fairy wrens are building a nest in the eaves of the house. Of some concern was that I could not see the blue tail or the vivid blue chest that the male wren grows when courting his wife. On Monday, when the power was back on and our ducted heating machine was fixed and I was packing up to return to the town house [including my camera], I walked out into the sun room and there they were, standing right next to the window, one of the birds hopping like crazy and wagging his tail feathers very vigorously. They let me come right up to the window [no camera in my hand] and see that the beautiful blue shade was appearing on his tail feathers. And then, with loud giggles they flew to the roof!
Come for a walk around the garden with Kees this year. The Camellias close-up this year. A few photos of the animals and the birds this year. To read the full story of the the country garden © Gay Klok
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