After my lovely, sweat inducing gardening session on Thursday I've only done the teeniest of blogs, frankly because after tackling the ironing pile directly after a day's gardening I was so tired it was all I could do to fulfil my promise of blogging something before falling into bed. Yesterday was all work with a last minute project that had to be in by 12midnight and although starting it at eight in the evening, didn't get submitted until twenty nine midnights to twelve so there was no chance of a blog yesterday. Today I am off to work in fifteen minutes, I've enjoyed a solitary cup of hot tea on the deck whilst reading the Christmas (can you believe it?) catalogue from the RSPB and watching the antics of the young blue tits. That garden is never totally quiet, there is always a far off honk of geese or the call of a song bird. For good measure there is often noise from the chickens who, knowing us to be their captures and likewise their releasers, whinge on until I give in and let them race out for the seeds strewn across the lawn by the messy feeders in the tree above. This morning they have had four lusciously ripe cherries and some yogurt which they love. The cherries, like tiny tomatoes and grapes, often end up on the end of their beaks as they race away from the other one so as to enjoy the spoils for themselves. This is a comical sight, with CoCo the clown 'noses' on, they barge and dodge the beak of the other. The fact that there are more then one fruit to share seems to pass them by and they'll chase after the other's prize.
I have just time to send this off, clean my teeth and head off for seven and a half hours of work but tomorrow is my day of rest and hopefully that will mean a day in the borders.
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