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Spring has sprang

  We’ve had the first batch of babies through here: baby Great Tits and Blue Tits (who together form a gang which dominates the airwaves and the feeders); baby starlings (ditto); baby sparrows (babies well-behaved, it’s the adults that are little highway bandits with the bird food, especially worms); baby squirrels; baby magpies; one baby … Continue reading

Lente currite, lente currite, noctis equi

My excuse for the title of this post is the tenuous link that we have had everything except horses in our garden so far this summer (although we have horses regularly clip clop past our house as someone in the neighborhood owns them). Although, do I need an excuse? It is an evocative, almost mystical … Continue reading

It’s like an episode of the Three Musketeers around here…

As in the recent BBC series. There are duels, there is sex, there are duels that look like sex and sex that looks like duels.  There is birth, there is death. No, I’m not talking about the action indoors, but of that outdoors, namely among the birds. First the duels: Our yard has been divided, … Continue reading

The Birds

Yes, capitalized on purpose, because it is supposed to call to mind Hitchcock’s The Birds.  Maybe you will understand when you look at this: I know they don’t look like much in this picture, but there were anywhere from 30-50 starlings repeatedly landing in the garden.  That was bad enough, but if you look closely … Continue reading

Did I Just See What I Think I Saw?

Moaning about the Weather The weather is and has been what anyone in the UK would call ‘pants.’  Not just for the last day or even the last week.  More like the last two weeks with no end in sight.  It’s not just the rain, but the cold, winter cold.  We have had heating on, fires … Continue reading

It’s Like Pandora’s Box Has Opened

The wildlife keeps popping into the yard, as if they have been sprung from somewhere, probably the farmer’s field where the booming of the crow scarers go off all day. He’s a Daddy-O! As of this very weekend, Fuzzio is now a Daddy-O.  We finally located the robins’ nest in a tree in our driveway, … Continue reading

‘That Same Old Tail Twirling’ or Is That a Menage a Trois in My Garden? (2)

Ah, the Dunnock, Responsible for the Awakening to Promiscuity in the Scientific Community (She says that like it’s a bad thing:  no really I am aware of the erroneous implication here and I am sticking by it!) It appears we may have some threesomes in our little biosphere. In a previous post, I talked about … Continue reading

Let me introduce you to my little friends….

otherwise known as my work colleagues when I am working from home, who have inspired me to go back into my Mediaeval Latin Lyrics book (trans Helen Waddel, Norton 1977)  for this little ditty which I have edited a bit (translation at the end of post): VESTIUNT SILVE (Mss. of Canterbury and Verona) …Hic turtur gemit, … Continue reading

My Latin Notebook

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