It’s important to try to reach out and remain social in these dark times. With that in mind let me introduce my new friends from next-door: Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy and Dave.
This is actually Dave 2. Dave 1 was much smaller, black and full of beans. Despite his diminutive stature he would eyeball me and puff out his chest every time our paths crossed. However since Dave 2 arrived Dave 1 has vanished.
As we have the time I also took the opportunity to repaint our little ‘balcony’ and protective guardrail, in a nice shade of white.
This is a yearly ritual, and my agreement with the family of sparrows that lives in the nest above it is that they leave it alone for a minimum of 15 seconds before they defecate on it. Perhaps sensing that there was something going on at the moment, they very graciously left it clean for a whopping 25 seconds.
I don’t mind, they are very neat…pooers? and they were here first. Plus I love the noise they make.
I think I was about five when I spent an afternoon trying to teach one of my Grandfather’s chicken to talk. “Chicken. You are a chicken. Chicken. Chick-EN: I finally got the poor bird to “cluck-cluck” back to me, and was very pleased to have gotten that far.
I think I really needed a human playmate!
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One of them keeps coming in our garden. I would befriend it but as soon as it sees me it hops on a water bin and then flaps in a very ungainly manner back over the fence. It’s the only one out of about twenty chickens to do it. I’m fine with that number, but any more and I’m eating them!