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.
