My mini fire pit, that will compliment alfresco meals beautifully.
Solitary bee houses, a Christmas present from hubs.
How spoilt can a girl be? Just LOOK at that delightful bird house! Another year older!
I’m waiting for the worst of the weather to pass before I put my latest treasures out, it gets windy around these parts.
The pups, looking most…..well, not sure really!
I noticed crocus and daffodil bulbs coming through recently, so decided to start clearing some of the leaves.
I was happy to find that kneeling felt quite comfortable again. I only knelt for fifteen minutes, but it sure felt wonderful. I’m going to gradually build up the sessions, maybe every other day. Having said that, it’s really freezing here though, the pavements remain frozen throughout the day!
Now……the fainthearted may tune out!
Remember the recent rodent infestation? The pitter patter of running feet?
A couple of days ago I was watching the birds feeding, through the window, when suddenly, they all flew off. Something had clearly startled them, so I looked a little more closely.
Look to the top left, on the bird-house roof!
Yes, a juvenile rat!
This is a picture I never thought I’d take, a rat sharing a table with a wood pigeon.
An adult would easily take out a bird, even a wood pigeon. They do at the rescue!
The next day, two juvenile rats arrived at the feeder. I watched them very carefully. When they had eaten their fill, they clambered off, into the ivy and disappeared.
Over the weekend, hubs began cutting the ivy back and discovered this……..
How mysterious! Two small holes and a large one. I suspect that three small holes were originally made by solitary bees or wasps and the rats enlarged one of them, which leads directly to the loft! Teeth marks are clearly visible on the largest hole. Hubs actually saw a rat climb in while he was cutting the ivy back!
It appears that I have been blind. Thinking back, it all makes sense. Months ago a pile of sand appeared outside the shed in the courtyard and Buddy became obsessed with gaining access to the same said shed! The door was wedged open by the sand, and I didn’t move it as I had undergone surgery. Each night, Buddy would smash his way through all the pots and I’d have to drag him out. A month ago, I finally moved the sand and shut the shed door, finally tiring of yanking him out each night.
Guess what? The pitter patter of feet in the house began around that time. Obviously the rats bred in the shed and once it was shut moved into the loft!
So now, the plan is for hubs to take Buddy into the loft on a tight lead. Any self-respecting rat will hightail it out of there. I’ll be outside watching them exit through the hole, and once Buddy is happy that’s it’s rat-free, the hole will be sealed.
Then, the rats will simply move on, given the shed is shut and Buddy’s loose in the courtyard.
What could possibly go wrong?
I shall keep you all posted!
Feet are MOST useful when you only have two hands!