Tony shouted me into the kitchen this morning where he was making coffee.
There is something dead in the garden, it's behind the sparrow bush. I walked into the kitchen binoculars in hand, there were 2 piles of feathers and what looked like a headless corpse.
I could not definitely identify the bird but it looked like a pigeon. There would be closer examination when we went out later.
The four squirrels that visited the garden early this morning were not happy to find a dead body in the garden. All of them avoided it giving it sideways glances and doing a crab dance if they got too close. (A crab dance is something the squirrels do when they are unhappy they hold their tail sideways walk sideways very slowly almost on their belly.)
After a trip out to do some essential grocery shopping Tony and I ventured down to the garden to formally identify the corpse. As we had expected it was a feral pigeon, we think it had been killed by a hawk, but it had been too big for it to carry away. Then we think maybe a cat had found it, thought I'll have a bit of that, had a quick chew dragged it about a bit then left it.
Our downstairs neighbour had promised Tony a couple of small trees so what better time than now to plant them.
Tony dug a hole dropped in the corpse put in the tree and filled in the hole, then planted two smaller trees next to it. I bet I know which tree grows best!
There was one thing while Tony was planting the trees next doors cat came sneaking round the gate, I wonder what she was looking for?
Todays photo of the day
Our newly planted trees.
Until tomorrow...
