Not the season for French hens
Oct. 31st, 2012 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustOutside my kitchen window there is a bush, planted by my friend Meg. I think her idea was that shrubs would make a loe-maintenance garden, and I think she underestimated just how low maintenance can go, and how out of control shrubs can get.
This one has become a miniature tree, and in autumn it is covered with bright red berries. While I am washing up, I often see birds feeding on the berries: there's a blackbird who is a regular visitor, and there are often bluetits.
But this morning a very solid pigeon perched there, the branch bobbing slightly up and down under its weight. Another pigeon arrived, and there was a flurry of jockeying for position, until they both flew off. A moment later they returned, and then a third joined them, all three close together on a spindly little branch like three stout matrons on a totally inadequate sofa.
This one has become a miniature tree, and in autumn it is covered with bright red berries. While I am washing up, I often see birds feeding on the berries: there's a blackbird who is a regular visitor, and there are often bluetits.
But this morning a very solid pigeon perched there, the branch bobbing slightly up and down under its weight. Another pigeon arrived, and there was a flurry of jockeying for position, until they both flew off. A moment later they returned, and then a third joined them, all three close together on a spindly little branch like three stout matrons on a totally inadequate sofa.
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