Some Happy Scribbles…

If it wasn’t already clear that I am firmly ensconced in middle age, my new procrastination pastime of admiring the birds that have taken over our garden is definitive proof.

I cannot get enough of the tooting and peeping each morning when the sun comes up, the merry hopping and pecking across the lawn, the swooping and fluttering from tree to tree, and the nests they are busily building everywhere. We returned from a weekend away to find a large nest perched precariously above a shutter on our front porch with two fierce robins chirping and batting their wings aggressively whenever we enter…