A deluge today. Will it ever stop or are we really having the Apocalypse as I type? How is it
possible to have so much rain?
Well, don't worry. I don't expect any answers. I suppose if it's sunny somewhere in this world it has to be raining elsewhere but why does it have to be in the same place for fifteen months? I blame the Ryder cup. Do you remember it was held in Wales a couple of years ago? It proved to the world how wet this country could be and it doesn't seem to have stopped since. Enough already, damn you!
The chicken's house has sprung a leak, the rat has decided enough is enough and has moved to somewhere drier (thank goodness) and Jack's cat is taking refuge in our wood store.
Although I planted some very late (and extraordinarily cheap) tulip bulbs last week I have not ventured outdoors since and doubt I shall be doing so in the near future, save to get more wood for the burner.
The saving grace is that it's ideal weather to sit indoors and spy the numerous birds on the numerous feeders.
We have had eleven birds on one branch which is lovely to watch. Blue and Great tits, Gold Finches, Dunnocks and even an occasional Robin. We've also had sweep bys from the Sparrow Hawk, an occasion guaranteed to send the birds into hiding for several long minutes until they think the danger has past.
Last weekend, at my Mum;s house we watched a Sparrow hawk crash into the pyracantha and as my Dad said, "Everything has to eat".
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
