This morning I was watching the blue tits hustle and bustle on the bird table with a couple of robins. The jackdaws take their breakfast on the shed roof being a bit snobbish about sharing with the little feathers. Lilydog was under my chair not giving the birds a second thought, she rarely does.
So I am sat sipping my tea, Assam, of course, watching birds on a bright April morning. Still not warm enough to think about getting my shorts out, but pleasant enough. It is in the watching I saw it. Two blue tits were flitting between the bird table and the tit box behind the white rose tree. Could this mean we have a family now? It does seem to be parents feeding their young. I put the box up three, maybe four, years ago and it has been ignored until now.
Later I had to get some planting done, and I’m not kidding, I can hear chicks chirping. I am the first to doubt my hearing as I am partially deaf, but housemate could hear it too. So from here in Wiltshire a little excitement is a foot – well, a feather.
Once again, I am nailed by a meme. I am not sure one can call it a talent but I have always been able to let someone yaba on at me, listening but not, then forgetting the entire one-sided conversation ever took place. I do make intermittent sounds of “uh huh” – which doesn’t mean yes in any shape or form. That does get me into trouble as people often take “uh huh” as me agreeing to something or other. Trust me, I’m not.
“Oh! It’s you again, I suppose you want Sonnet 4 now.”
“Yes please, oh venerable bard, if it is not too much trouble.”
Sonnet IV by William Shakespeare, read by Sir Patrick Stewart
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?
Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th’ executor to be.
Thank you for reading!
3 thoughts on “Hobbit Hole Witterings – Morning Tea”
A lovely snapshot of your morning…much more civilized than mine!
We have blue tits nesting in our box the come every year..and yes they are so noisy! 💜💜
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I don’t often get the civilised wake up time, normally it’s a chaotic mad rush.
The blue tits are now fledged and we have three young’uns joining the bird table mayhem. Looks like the jackdaws have been successful as there is, I think, a baby in the nest.
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Oh! Lovely, I love all corvids they are so clever if not a tad dangerous!!💜
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