Birds

Unsurprisingly, I didn't see many birds while I was off sick, as I was mostly restricted to those that happened to fly past a window while I was on the other side of it. The only exceptions were when I was given a lift to Tescos to get necessary supplies* and I got to see a few extra starlings and a couple of crows. There were a couple of sparrows and some starlings about in next door's garden, and a blackbird and a magpie made it into my field of vision through my front window. That's about it, apart from the blue tit and coal tit who perched for a few seconds in the rowan tree at the back yesterday, possibly to see whether the racket I was making with the shed roof was going to result in more bird feeders (it is, eventually).

*Bread, soup, Ginger Nuts (for those who don't know, a sort of thick, hard, very gingery biscuit), that sort of thing. And while we're on the subject of Ginger Nuts, I would like to state that they're not nearly as rock-hard as they used to be. I could crunch right into them, even with a headache. I remember the days when you had to dunk one in tea and nibble cautiously unless you were feeling robustly healthy...

I was feeling none too bright this morning, either, so not a fabulous list.

Heard:

• Starlings


• Sparrows


• A robin


• Something else, which may have been more starlings

Seen:

• A blackbird


• Jackdaws


• Crows


• A magpie


• Wood pigeons


• An unidentified gull


• Feral pigeons

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Ugh. I'm currently recovering from possibly the worst cold I can remember. I don't think it was 'flu, but I had to take four days off work, which has never happened before, and spent them all on the sofa feeling completely miserable. It was the sort of thing where you get up to make a cup of something then have to lie down for an hour to recover. I was even too tired to read until Saturday, which should give you some idea of my state of mind. Still, I'm back in the land of the living - or at least, at work, which is more or less the same thing.

The wind has been a bit wild this week, as have the floodwaters, apparently. Thankfully neither affected me, wrapped up on the sofa and coughing, except that the wind tore the felt on the roof of my shed. I therefore spend Sunday afternoon learning how to attach roofing felt to a shed without making it disintegrate further, as the shed was not build on the sturdiest of lines in the first place and has now warped in all sorts of interesting directions. I started late, on account of not feeling too great in the morning, and so had to finish knocking nails in by torchlight at about 5pm. Thank goodness for head torches, that's all I can say. I've still got to finish off a few bits that need me to stand in the neighbour's flower bed but they're mostly decorative and can be done at any time, really.

( Cleo Has An Adventure )