It’s been a busy and rather nerve racking Easter holiday this year. The sun has been shining and finally it simply HAD to be done, there was no putting it off any longer. Yes, the newly laid turf had it’s first mow and survived to tell the tale!!!
Unlike the squash, melon and courgette seedlings which have been beheaded by slugs. In desperation I finally mounted them on a pole in the greenhouse, surely the blighters won’t make their way up there!
We had a visitor this week, daughter was minding this little dog and brought him around for a visit, I was a tad nervous regarding how he would get on with our two as he is dog aggressive, but he was on his best behaviour and all went well.
I was delighted to see this bunch of fritillaria pop up recently, such interesting little plants.
The garden is a mass of pink and white blossom at the moment, it really is romantic and dreamy, if only I could float about in a flowing white dress, with a large straw hat and a wicker basket picking the best blooms for a posy….
Or sit on a blanket beneath this tree with a picnic…
Cherry trees outside our house.
But no…..there’s no time for such things……because…
There is face painting to be done at the rescue fund raiser. Queues and queues of kiddies all waiting SO patiently to be transformed.
And then, when I had FINALLY finished, I was given a little homework by the wildlife staff…
“Would you mind,” they said “taking baby blackbird for the night.” So after a pretty please or two I did….and fed it every half an hour, returning it the next evening, only for somebody else to take it home with them, it’s a 24/7 job at wildlife.
Tonight it was dropped off at my home again, along with another little mouth that needs feeding. This time I get to play Mommy bird for three days….and nights… for the rescue is overrun at the moment. All hands to the pump!
A dunnock chick.
I was rather nervous re the dunnock chick as it only arrived at the rescue a day ago and has been nightmarishly difficult to feed, it had only eaten one mouthful of food to date and that was forced into it.
It’s the worst possible age, too old to be hand fed by anything other than it’s mother, and it had been caught by a cat…so the slightest puncture wound could be fatal, but, so far so good, no wounds detected.
So, I got the syringe out, and full of trepidation, filled it with food. Imagine my surprise when baby dunnock latched onto it for grim death, and at one point was actually dangling off it mid air!!!
Now it’s on a syringe full every half an hour, the same as baby blackbird. Result!!!!
These thirteen ducklings arrived yesterday, mum had been killed by a car and a wonderful guy rounded the lot of them up and brought them to the rescue.