I am way late on blogging, to the extent that Sonata, my mother, may disown me (we wouldn't want that, would we?). But there have been reasons, some work related and others not. The arrival of Autumn, with the crispening up of the air and the sun setting earlier each day, has brought a little sadness into the garden.
One of our resident foxes (many years ago a vixen made a fox hole behind the Hidrangea bush and, since then, cubs and others have rotated residency) turned up to drink out of the pond. Upon taking a closer look at him drinking, we noticed he was badly injured. A stressful call to the RSPCA followed, and the catcher arrived an hour later. Sadly, the fox was able enough to run away, because he really needed veterinary help.
However, some other residents, appear to be coping fine. The squirrels are madly burying their winter stores, and have eaten all the green tomatoes (so no green tomato chutney will be made in this house!); the birds are still flitting in and out to eat from the bird feeders; and this little chap popped in from somewhere....
The Cold Bare Boughs of Winter
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