Equinox

The year tips and light outgrows the darkness – all things are possible.

Some glimpses from the plot today:

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Yesterday we we here

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(just to the left, and down a fraction, from the N) to celebrate a family union.

This trip emphasised for us further why we are here. In a place where all we can see is what enriches us – some things we saw today on getting home:

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Egg lovers needed

As the moon arcs over Gribin Isaf tonight

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We have a bit of a problem. This is our crop of eggs from today

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and the ducks were on go slow only producing two rather than the normal three.

Multiply up and you will see that 77 eggs is more than a household of four needs in the course of a week.

So we need some people near by who would like a regular delivery (and no, we are not going to pickle the excess).

Elsewhere today….

We have organised our guests’ footwear library

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and added a frontage to Spot’s maternity quarters

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Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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Spot is smiling…

Spot is smiling

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as she eyes up her new home

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having an iron skirt installed to prevent her from eating it.

She comes for a closer look

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and imagines the view looking out

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and thinks the grass may be greener.

Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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Marvellous March

As the waxing moon looks down on us tonight

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We celebrate that it is dry, it has been dry for several days, it is forecast to be dry for a few more days. We don’t care about the temperature (although it has not been unpleasant); we don’t care about the cloud cover (although it has been sunny today). All we ask is for dryness. The mud is slowly drying out in most places but not of course in Spot’s home

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At last she is coming to have a look at her maternity quarters now that it has something she recognises

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The human side now has a means of access

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and this is the (today rather misty) view from the “sleeping with pigs experience” quarters

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One scrounger

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and another as Dad Pheasant comes to steal the duck food

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while his Golden Boy is in our larder

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any tips on best way to hang and prepare a pheasant gratefully received.

A new dependant has arrived

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a flightless starling with a drooping wing who spends his time scuttling round the outbuildings.

Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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and Daffodil of the Day

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Golden Boy

It is hard to know what to think about pheasants isn’t it? A bird in the wild but not really wild – introduced, artificially encouraged so that it can then be killed for the pleasure of killing things.

Last winter and spring we had pheasants around the plot. We didn’t get to know them as individuals and were told by the locals they would disappear before summer, which they did – presumably dutifully returning to their breeding grounds in time to be shot when the season opened.

This year we have got to know our two resident cocks on a more personal level. And they are living creatures just like any others when it comes down to it. Golden Boy and his Big Dad:

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Like all the living creatures that weave their lives around us they have provided fascination, amusement and interest.

So it was with sadness today we found Golden Boy dead on the lane. On the main road to the town there is carnage corner which is always littered with road kill but the number of vehicles on our slow lane on a Sunday is less than one hand.

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Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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Plus daffodil of the day

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And caption competition

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Ruffians in star-spangled jackets

Growing up as a child Starlings were seen as pests – making messy nests beneath the eves and kicking up a racket. Then later in life I would drive home into the city and see over the spires the swooping urban murmuration. Then that disappeared – municipal buildings swathed in anti-roosting netting. Later still daughter exclaims about the exotic multi-coloured bird she has seen in the garden. Then later still we join the spectator throngs visiting the pre-roost displays out beyond Stony Middleton.

Now, here, our relationship with Starlings seems more balanced. Neither pest nor exotic, they weave their part in the daily pattern of life,

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Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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and daffodil of the day

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