A brief examination of the wonderful Kenyan hut (in our front garden) has revealed the damage done by scavanging jackdaws. The thatch has been attacked in a number of places and tell-tale remnants on the ground – in the shape of bits and pieces of straw – left me in no doubt as to the culprits.
Our bell tower welcomed a visiting team this morning, but had to remove a jackdaw’s nest from under one of the bells before it could be safely rung. You could tell the birds which had built there – they were stuffing their wings into their ears! A less suitable site would be hard to find – let’s hope they relocate at a sensible distance from the bells.
Honey Pot was wild and windy this morning – nothing to do with the visitors, but the wind has veered to the south-east and was blowing straight in to the garage. This is a rare occurance, but we certainly feel it when it happens!
Yesterday OV and myself wandered South of Crewkerne on an iron age fort hunt – and we found three! We managed to explore them all, sitting for a picnic at Coney’s castle, amidst the most glorious sea of bluebells. It was wonderfully warm in the sun and later, on Pilsden Pen we enjoyed 360 degrees of panoramic beauty (and a stiff breeze).
All cobwebs blown away. Now batten down the hatches for the forth-coming gale!