To continue with my theme of a bit of fun and nonsense for December posts, plus a few happy memories of Christmases past. My offerings will be haphazard and leading up to Christmas, not the twelve days thereafter.
Two Turtle Doves.
Not doves, but wood pigeons, affectionately referred to as Portly and Breast as they were so damn fat, we were convinced that the branch would break when they landed on it.
This is my photo of two ‘lovebirds’ on our sheds at the bottom of the garden in the cottage.
I don’t actually think these were the two in question as they look a bit thin and it was taken with a really cheap camera with a crappy zoom on it.
We have a Portly and Breast visit the garden here too. Hubby says if times were really hard we wouldn’t starve, but I think they’re quite safe.