A couple of months ago we had a lone wagtail, mooching around mornfully. Then eventuality a mate appeared on the scene. We have seen them around but until today did not know that our nest was their home
Their brood is up there under the eaves; they use the trailing wire as a staging post and the roof above as a fly catching zone.
We sent our temporary visitor on his way this morning
dutifully driving five miles up the road in case he decided it was easier just to stay here. He should be back in Portadown by now.
The second consecutive day of warmness here and the youngest had a day room outside as staying in their conservatory base was dangerously close to producing fried chicken.
As the possible summer comes nearer the inevitable winter is in our minds. Now is the time to prepare the wood that will fuel us
and store it to season
Most of our trees are less than twenty years old but our one elder (an ash) takes some coaxing into the warm season
all around, other trees are in full leaf – the oaks have been green for several weeks – but this ash is being over cautious.
Elsewhere on the plot today