The sun shone for two whole days last week. *Note to self – buy black out bedroom curtains. The unaccustomed light drew me into the garden. I have Snow Drops! New garden, have no idea what grows. Bulbs are sprouting. Could be anything. Time will tell.
My barometer is the hanging baskets of winter pansies. Most mornings they hang, frozen, dead to the world. A few rays of sunshine and they lift their heads. smile and stand erect. Very impressive.
It took a day or two before the birds returned. But word has spread – the restaurant has reopened.
Blue tits, Great tits, Mr and Mrs Black Bird. Mr and Mrs Robin. A handful of Dunnocks constantly harassed by the Robins, who consider the garden their exclusive territory. A fleeting glimpse of the Wren. Magpies. Usual suspects.
New customers are a pair of Long Tail Tits and a single ponderous Wood Pigeon (what we would call in SA, a Rock Pigeon). Have dubbed him Hoppy – seems to have a gammy leg.
Haven’t attempted any photography of the newbies. That will have to wait until … erm, April? Meanwhile, if the sun comes out again I might consider sitting out in the garden, freezing buns off – and hope the birds will get used to the sight of me.