Stowaway
This morning I lugged hoses, a garden sieve, a mat for kneeling on, rubber gloves, a large knife, and a muck bucket down to the far garden, and set about cleaning up the wildlife pond. This is a task that’s … Continued
Absolute scenes
When I say, as I do quite regularly, that Goldfinches aren’t as charming as their collective name and their melodious twittering might cause you to think they are, this is the kind of behaviour I have in mind. This male … Continued
Peak quince
“Can we stop saying that the garden needs it now?” said R moodily, glowering out of the window at the driving rain. “No,” I replied. “We do still need it – the ground’s like rock.” He sighed, got his umbrella, … Continued
Good grooming
When I wandered into the garden between the rain showers there weren’t many insects around apart from moth flies, and I thought I was going to need to dislodge someone from their roost to get a more interesting subject. But … Continued
