The start to the new year has been quiet, nothing exciting has been happening.
The garden is becoming livelier so hopefully there will be more photo's and stories to tell soon. The weather has not been kind to us, so we have not been anywhere either. Except of course to do the essential shopping trips and to keep doctor and hospital appointments.
The squirrels are making daily visits, except "Mandona" who seems to have vanished into thin air. We are guessing that she will not be coming back after the weeks she has been missing.
Patch is coming out of his shell, he seems to have decided that he is the boss now. He may be the smallest of the three remaining squirrels but he is defiantly making his mark. Patch is there before it is daylight some mornings making sure he is first to the food, and he is last to leave to make sure nothing is left behind. He rushes round the garden like a train on a track, he has mastered every feeder in the garden, either hanging or at floor level. Patch can smell peanut butter from miles away, as soon as I put some out walk back to the shed and close the door, there he is face in the peanut butter and a soppy look on his face.
Patch visits all the surrounding gardens burying nuts, Pretty Boy sits in the sycamore tree watching, when Patch is out of sight Pretty Boy digs them up and moves them. I would love to know what goes through his head when he does it.
Patch taking a hazel nut to bury in a garden somewhere in Wrenthorpe.
An old favourite we usually have by the dozen is returning to the garden in quite large numbers now at last count I had seen six in the garden at once. The are fighting over the fruit and suet, but apart from that seem to be getting along quite nicely.
The Male Blackbird
Until tomorrow...
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