Fingers crossed. (See The Duck Nest Box).
I'm happy that wild mallard call the Priory home. But I could do without the acute guilt trip they laid on me last year - even if it was well deserved. For the past couple of years, one of my (many) must-do jobs has been to replace the ancient, dilapidated duck nesting box on the … Continue reading The Duck Nest Box
Water quality in the east pond has recovered. Heavy winter rain has flushed out any remaining sewage, bleach and bath-suds. (A cowboy plumber, working in 2008, patched the soil pipe from the main bathroom into the drains carrying rainwater to the pond, see - 'A Mild Sense Of Panic'). In my first two years at … Continue reading Jenny Wren And The White Hart*
About a week ago, my laptop died and I spent hours trying to resurrect it. I failed. So I spent several more hours. And failed again. Then I panicked. I feared I had lost spreadsheets and word documents and other files I wouldn't even miss until I needed them. And hundreds of photos. In a … Continue reading Breathe In
Canada geese are a rare and shy visitor to the Priory. But this year a pair have arrived who don't fly off, honking, when I appear. Introduced from North America and considered a pest by many, I certainly wouldn't want large numbers of them arriving - and the droppings they would produce. These two alone … Continue reading Canada Geese