…and a lesson on the dangers of anthropomorphism.
Each year a pair of pied wagtails have taken over the space round the house to raise a brood. Last year within the wall at the back; this year tucked into the wisteria at the front. Each year strutting across the roof and striding through the open space they like to so much at the front.
and a little later disappeared. The story we told ourselves was that her burden had made her vulnerable to… the Sparrowhawk? or some other demise.
The story we told ourselves was that he was in mourning and facing us off.
Then today the one legged partner reappeared.
The story we are telling ourselves is that she has been busy incubating the clutch and is now back in action.
We seem to be in the highly inefficient process of nurturing a succession of very small duck broods.
Other young birds are busy learning the meaning of life too.
Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw: