Not quite Daktari

Does anyone remember the African vet show with the hero in a slightly dodgy safari suit? Well today was pretty much nothing like that. However I did “rescue” one of our feathered friends……

Today was a working from home day. Resplendent in my new office attire of ancient T shirt, cashmere lounging bottoms (what can I say, they were in a sale and my God they are comfy) and matching desert boots I was sweltering away in the office. (The office is all glass windows. This afternoon it was like the Tenko punishment glasshouses. ) The wheels of industry were ever turning when Keith came in to announce there was a concussed bird at the door. It was pegged out on the ground but moving slightly. I asked warily if he wanted me to finish it off or to resuscitate it. “Just do something” he barked and strode off to do manly things with a wheelbarrow.

I picked up the little fellow and, not to claim healing hands or anything, it perked up. After a brief tour of the the lawn as reorientation I put him/her down on a stone. Half an hour later it was gone (hopefully not as an afternoon cat snack).

It remains to be seen whether there will be treecreeper clapping at 8pm on Thursday.