One of the good things about having an allotment in a town where, even after a year, we know relatively few people is that other plot holders stop when they pass and discuss important things, like when to plant cauliflowers, whether the air is still enough to have a bonfire, and the ongoing problems caused by last summer's 'drought'.
One man stops quite frequently to pass the time of day. We still don't know his name but we know where he lives in the town and that he used to live in the Fens area. He is one of several people we've talked to recently who have bemoaned....
....the dearth of small birds. Although we have both seed and peanut feeders hanging under the pear tree in the allotment, the birds just aren't there to use them - any more than we're seeing them in our back garden. In fact, the only small bird we see on our plot these days is this robin who arrives very promptly to avail himself of the worms and insects we disturb as we go about our allotment business. He did thank us this morning by singing beautifully before he went off to find a quiet place to digest his meal, a timely move as, a couple of minutes later, a sparrow hawk passed by.
So, in wishing the Memory Wanderer's readers a very happy, healthy and prosperous 2019, I would like to wish the local small birds an especially good year.
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