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I was first in the garden this morning. I wanted to check on our crow.
This is a good year for hebes, as exemplified by this one in the Dragon Bed, where the crow was not.
Our avian visitor was not along the Shady Path.
He was neither to be seen on the Brick Path;
nor in the Rose Garden, with its poppies and carpet roses, including the white, scented, Kent;
nor anywhere near the New Bed sporting clematises and erigerons.
The day lilies and geranium palmatums at the south end
and the phlox in the West Bed all reported his absence.
Silly me. I should have begun my search nearer the house. There he was, foraging among the paving stones. He was so keen to follow me about
that it took me a while before I could gain sufficient distance to focus on him with a long lens.
He remained firmly on the ground, so I didn’t feel he thought I was his Dad.
This all changed when his mother came out. He was on her in an instant.
No longer was it funny. Not wanting to be pecked again in the young bird’s effort to provoke her into regurgitating food for him, Jackie shoved him off and rushed inside. He followed her in and resumed his onslaught. The same thing happened when she went outside again.
The creature is definitely imprinted on Jackie. Perhaps fortuitously, Shelly, a little later, arrived to take her sister off to Somerset for the annual three day camping trip the three sisters share. We will see what effect the absence will have on Russell.
Russell? Well what else should we call him?
This afternoon I watched the momentous World Cup football match between Germany and S. Korea. After this, Becky arrived to take over administering to her Aged P while her mother is away. This will be the first time ever we have had a few days on our own.
We dined on Hordle Chinese Take Away fare.