Ganging up on Mum
The sheep are ganging up on Mum. I’m sure it’s because I’m not out there with her to reassure them. There are sheep in both the fields behind our house and to the side of the orchard. When Mum was mowing the grass yesterday they were all lined up shouting at her to go away. Mum being Mum didn’t take it quietly. She stopped the mower and addressed herself to the sheep, and for that matter probably half the village. Then she pointed out that she lives here all year round. She has told them she is happy for them to nibble on the hedge and doesn’t complain when they overdo the nibbling. The least they can do is be a little more friendly to her. They only live here periodically and have not offered anything to mum, hedging or otherwise.
Then she restarted the mower and continued to cut the grass, leaving the sheep to discuss matters amongst themselves.
Killing Field
Our garden seems to have become a killing field. Sadly, there have been a number of demises amongst the bird population. The most recent has caused some upset. Only Sunday, Mum removed the new attempt at a nest made by Mrs Pigeon. She stopped for a chat (there’s a pattern here) and explained that Mrs Pigeon’s tenancy of the garden bar was at an end. On Monday, Mum found Mrs Pigeon as a simple pile of feathers next to the garden bar.
There has been some thought that next door’s cats are responsible, but Mum thinks the success rate is far too high. She suspects we have a bird of prey picking off the bird population of the garden and just leaving us with the feathers. Unfortunately Mum doesn’t think there is much we can do about it, which is sad.
Love
Wilma
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