Every day I read on the Cambirds yahoo
group about gardens heaving with birdlife. Tits and finches and
thrushes everywhere chomping at the feeders and splashing in the
baths. And overhead, squadrons of tasties like Siskin and Redpoll and
Brambling on their way to somewhere or other.
But the somewhere or other they are on
their way to is definitely not my garden. This morning - and this
morning is typical - I had one myxied rabbit, one Starling with a
funny leg and an ugly cat with attitude.
Birds are not eating me out of house
and home, birds are not costing me a fortune. In fact I can't
remember an October when my bank balance was so healthy.
I am at my wits' end. Should I keep
staring at an empty garden through my binoculars? Or should I just
spend my days looking at my unspent money through a loupe?
It will make no difference, I know, but
I think I'll go outside and throw something at that bloody cat.
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