It's that time of year
It is that time of year again. Why do we do it? I went round to have a coffee with my friend to find that she was in the middle of her scheduled spring clean. “Now the sun is getting stronger you can see all the dust,” she said. And so, we chatted whilst cupboards were turned out and surfaces were cleared and sprayed. I felt quite exhausted when I arrived home far too tired to work on our house. Perhaps another day? You might be excused for thinking the blackbird is spring cleaning our drive, picking up bits of moss and hay, but of course she is not, she is carrying pieces in her beak to build a nest in our old honeysuckle. The ‘vicar’ blackbird has a nest on the other side of the house. She is the one with a white feather collar round her neck making her look as if she is a vicar. She has built a nest just under our kitchen window. Every time I go outside, I can see her sitting tight on the blue speckled eggs. She can watch our comings and goings from where she sits keeping th