Property News · June 22, 2016

Death, rivalry, tension – that’s my garden mid-afternoon | Tim Dowling


There isn’t much tranquillity where I live right now. The cat’s on the prowl and the dog’s become a rabid vermin hunterHave you seen my fat balls?” said my wife. She was pointing out of the window into the garden at her newly installed bird feeder, which brings the total to four. There is one devoted to peanuts and one specifically for the sunflower hearts, which are meant to attract goldfinches. And now the fat balls. Her new hobby may have tipped over into obsession.“You’re going to be responsible for an obesity crisis,” I said. It would be fair to say the project has been a success. My wife’s mixed seed brings all the birds to the yard: finches, tits, sparrows, robins, even ring-necked parakeets. Things get pretty noisy in the afternoons. The two pigeons that live in the bay tree periodically swoop down to hoover up any seed that falls to the ground. What they miss sprouts from the gravel. Continue reading…

Source : theguardian.com
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