The birds upon the wing and Squirrels,visit us every day throughout the year which is a certain kind of magic display.
Sunk down deep within the hidden secluded wildlife garden the pond fish undisturbed are hardly abandoned to an untimely fate of famine, as food upon the wing fly and drop in constantly for whatever reason,and are duly digested after a gulping sort of way. This place was over run or i should say hopped,with tiny frogs this year too which managed and kept the slugs at bay from my Mrs B's garden plants. The woodland here abouts is full of natures rich bounty,and the local wildlife share the cool water from the only pond this side of the noisy unstable St Faiths Road, for sure such time saving machines will soon be, a rusting thing of the past. O', Well i best go now. BB
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