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.
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Defo claim healing hands Karen! I need you to turn my (the frogs not actually mine) frog spawn into tadpoles. I look every day but nothing happens. 3 weeks apparently but I wonder if it’s been fertilised? I can’t believe I’ve become obsessed by frog spawn!! Xx