Yup
that’s right here we are again at the end of another week.
The
weeks are flying by and we are on the countdown to Christmas. I know it seems
way too early to be even saying the word.
One
of the things I like to do when we get in each evening is to watch the wildlife
down in our backyard. Well I call it our backyard but it belongs to the building
and is cared for by contractors so all we need do is admire it, which we do.
Last
summer we were entertained by the antics of four foxes play and mock fight, often
screaming as they chased each other astound the trees.
Then there
are the crows, they are such ugly and menacing looking birds. We throw food
scraps out onto the back lawn and we were initially surprised to see these
large birds burying food scraps. I doubt that much would be left if the birds came
looking for their booty. I think it would either rot away or the wily foxes
might sniff it out.
This
summer we have only seen two foxes and one of those looked like it had hurt one
of its front paws as for a few weeks it wasn’t walking it. When we saw in earlier
in the week it was walking on it but with a bit of a limp.
There
is also small group of pigeons, hmmm Hey Mr Google what do you call a group of
these cooing feathered critters? A flock, or flight, or even a kit.
Occasionally
we see a few blackbirds, but no thrushes and certainly no sparrows.With the help
of a CD of birdcalls I think I can hear robins and blue tits.
Then
yesterday after The Man threw out some leftovers we spotted a largish birth
with bright blue patches. Aha I thought and scramble for the bird ID book and sure
enough it was Jay. The very first one I’ve seen.
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