Failure to thrive – poor little bird

Mrs Silkie is a great mother hen and hatched six chicks a few weeks ago. Five of them are now nearly as big as mother

but the sixth chick was tiny and, yesterday, I showed the chick to Diane and said I was very worried about it.

This morning, when I opened up the hen house, I found the little bird dead. I picked it up, put it in a bucket and brought it back outside the kitchen door

I’ve just dug a hole and buried the bird underneath my favourite apple tree. RIP little one.

It’s June and it’s cool and damp

The geese have quietened down and have stopped laying eggs

The ganders are less aggressive now that the breeding season is ending

There are nectarines and apples and cherries on the trees but will the nectarines ripen?

We often see peaches, apricots and nectarines on the trees we planted five years ago but none of the fruit has ever matured

We net the cherry trees to stop the birds eating all the fruits. I saw a Robin inside the netting yesterday so it doesn’t always keep out the smaller birds.

Granddaughter says, “Cherries are my favourite fruits”.

Advice on dog safety from a friend who we met on our midday walk

Grandson and I went for a walk across the fields, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new calf born across the road. We didn’t see the calf but we did meet a friend out walking her two rescue dogs. The larger, Jack, is deaf and responds to sign language – bless him.

Grandson was anxious as Jack approached. I called out to explain his worry and Jack was put on the lead. We then talked about the incident, soon after the refugees moved in, when daughter, grandson and niece ran for their lives when chased by a large dog over Bolnhurst way. Jack’s owner is an animal lover and has a great deal of contact with the Wood Green Animal shelter. She explained to grandson that the best (and counterintuitive) way to deal with a dog that is chasing you is to make yourself very still and boring. She demonstrated

Stand still, look skyward and cross your arms over your chest. Grandson suggested that I could make myself boring by talking about birds! Cheeky monkey. I hope I never have to face an aggressive dog and if I did would I be able to overcome my instinct to run (or hobble) like crazy?

Best “scratching“ place for goats

The site of the bonfire that we lit three weeks ago, is now a hard, ash area. This morning I saw the goats on the grey ground, rolling around and scratching themselves in ecstasy.

Click below I think lockdown is over from the background sound of cars travelling to work along the Wilden road