Posted by: kathandroger | June 4, 2017

There’s a nest in my fishes’ belly!

At last some decent rain for the garden. A good thunderstorm and yesterday a pretty constant drizzle to comfort the growing seedlings in the vegetable garden. The tomatoes have shot up and we spent yesterday afternoon taking off unwanted branches and tying in our three dozen plants-all in the fine refreshing rain! New guests arrived and others left, and our poorly puppy ate like a pig. A nice day. This morning the sun is trying to come through the mist of early morning; I took Polly for a walk about 7am, which she was not too keen on, but the moist fields were wonderful. The skylarks were singing high above, the redstart flitting in front of us, and the barley was shrouded in a damp blanket covering the whiskery tips of the seed heads. I even had a little jog, much to the dogs’ amazement, and the sharp shards of sunlight seemed to recognise the achievement by illuminating the peaceful countryside though the clearing clouds. We are off on a ten kilometre walk for Amnesty International this morning, but the little dog is not up to that yet so will have to stay in the house and sleep-she is good at that.

Last week a neighbour stopped to tell us that Moins Dix, the goat, was in the next field eating the sunflowers. He thought the farmer would not be pleased and I guess he is right. The problem is that goats can get though most fences if they really want to, and ours is an expert escapologist. Although he is not the most athletic looking animal he can jump a normal fence with no problem, and seems to often prefer the relative barrenness of a ploughed field to the natural abundance of food found in our little estate. I remembered a big roll of 2metre high fencing I had used to try and trap the sheep a couple of years ago, and Kath and I have managed to erect it against the original sheep fence.IMG_3751Only time will tell if this works!

I made some rough metal sculptures for the end of one of the barns a year or so ago.IMG_3756 They are meant to go rusty and look old and I didn’t mind our pair of roosting kestrels pooping on the tail of the fish. But recently I have wondered why a sparrow always seems to be on the beak. Looking more closely it is obvious that the belly of the fish has become home to a family of birds!IMG_3757When we came to the house I made several bird boxes and carefully installed them in what I thought would be ideal nesting sites, but they have largely been ignored! The sparrows obviously prefer less conventional sites. Yesterday I cleared out the great tit nest from our extractor flue in the kitchen-the chicks had all flown- and have tried to prevent a new nest with crumpled chicken wire. The only problem now is that the fan, which we have not used for fear of damaging the then growing family, does not work and is probably bunged up with nesting material. The trials we go through for nature!

 

 


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  1. The fish is terrific. We had a great tit nesting in a narrow necked urn for a couple of years running. The amount of nesting material accumulated was terrific. Sadly the urn broke, so the tit couple have had to move on this year.


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