page 16 birds of a feather

Page 16

Birds of a feather
Flock together

Mother is getting bored, the weather is getting colder and the prospect of going out appals her.

“It’s far too cold to go out in this weather, going shopping once a week is enough”

“You will get fed up being in come out for a drive” I suggested.

“No. it is too cold and I am not sitting in a car” (I might as well save my breath)

“I have brought your Christmas present up with me, I thought you might like it early”

“I told you to save your money” mother never wants anything, but sulks if she doesn’t get a present)

“Well I shall put it together and then you can say if you want it or not. See you in a bit” and off I went.

“What is it “mother is curious now.

I fetched some wooden 18 inch pegs, wire, and mallet then set to work. Firstly I weighed up where mother could see it from her chair, pushed the bottom pole in the ground i put 4 wooden pegs round it and tied those round with the wire. That was the pole secured, the rest was simple pushing poles together and placing the hangers in the right place, filling it up and job done.

“Oh it’s a bird feeder” mother was surprised.

“Yes I thought you might enjoy watching the birds” (and give her an interest)

“You know the squirrels will get up there” (mother always finds a down side)

“And when they do I will find a way to stop them” (that will be fun)

I left mother at that point and went down the field to continue with the ditch. I had been happily chopping and clearing for a while when my phone rang,

“Hello did you know there is a large bird on the ground, in the field, watching you” it was the neighbours who live in the house next to the field.

“Oh it’s probably a vulture, waiting for me to chop an arm or a leg off” I laughed.

“Now don’t be silly, we don’t have vultures in this country” they retorted.

Laughing I replied “it might have escaped from a zoo” (I cannot resist a wind up).

“Be serious, is it a buzzard”

I have to remember that they only moved into the country a few months ago, but winding people up is fun. (Yes and wicked)

“yes It’s a buzzard waiting for any small animal to run out, it’s an easy meal for him” with a little more chat the call ended and a little while later I finished and went back into mother.

“You should see the birds I have had on the feeder, it’s been wonderful watching them” mothers obviously happy with her present.

“They came quickly, it normally takes a few days for birds to get used to a new thing” I am amazed.

“I know they must be hungry, can you find my bird book so I can check which birds come” laughing I found the book and saying goodbye, left her to her new toy.

And mother didn’t want a Christmas present.

Till next time



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