It is yet another glorious day here.
When we were working outside yesterday, the garden was alive with honey bees. As far as we know, no-one has a hive locally, but it was wonderful to hear them buzzing around us.
A peacock butterfly also alighted on one of the empty compost bags. Finally Nature’s children are finding their way into our garden.
I looked out of the window this morning to see a pair of great tits eyeing up our tit box.
That and a robin’s nesting box were put up on the fence the first Christmas we were here, but there was never any interest. Our neighbour had her cherry tree cut down last year and that was where the tits used to nest, so maybe they are looking for an alternative des res in our neighbourhood.
We had tit boxes up in the bungalow in Poole, affectionately named Tit Terrace but only had residents in Tit 1. Fifteen babies came out of that tit box the first year over the May Day bank holiday because we were home to witness them fledge. It was wonderful.
Then of course we had Kamikazee Pete and the saga of the trees.