Famous Five

It is late and there are plenty of other things going on in my life and in my head but I promised to keep you all updated with my feathered foster children. Sneaky seemed to have magically deflated this morning.  He's only heaviest by 1 g.  Maybe it was like a defense thing or something. ... Continue Reading →

And Then There Were Four

Yesterday I said how we were a little bit worried how Manky was always being left on his own but by late evening they had bonded nicely and were all huddling together.  Three little blue tits wedged together at one of a loo roll tube! They wake with the dawn and are immediately hungry.  From... Continue Reading →

Overrun

I don't know if you've ever slept in a tent before.  Tents seem to be a bit like Marmite for dividing people, you either take to camping like a duck to water (and mud) or think it's a slow, cold, dirty, torturous death.  I like camping.  But sleeping in a tent does a weird thing... Continue Reading →

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