Nature Notes

[poliphilo]

We have a fat clump of ivy and honeysuckle stuck to our garden wall. And there's a blackbird's nest in it.

I've just spotted father blackbird sitting on the fence across the way with something disgusting in his beak. Look left, look right and all's clear- so he lifts off and flitters home.

The other day I planted wildflower seeds in a window box. These particular wildflowers are supposed to attract butterflies. I'll be glad of that and so will the blackbirds I guess. Ah, the great Chain of Being!

I saw my first butterfly of the season yesterday, sitting on a neighbour's gravel drive, sunning her wings.

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

What a great present.

Who knows, maybe this is your blackbird who is setting up home now in our English back yard. Sleek black feathers, you say? Bright yellow beak? Yup, it's the same little guy.

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

As I said; he gets around, the little fellow!

Many bad things can be said about my parents, but they did have imagination! And that is not a bad thing for a parent, or anyone, to have, especially when the budget is low.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

One of my father's greatest gifts to me was that (unpoetical chap though he was) he took it upon himself to read me poems by the fireside when I was very small.

Blake
Belloc
Edward Lear

And so he laid the foundations of my literary taste.