| A bubble
of springtime (January 2010)
I have always enjoyed
feeding the birds in my garden but since our neighbours
built decking in their back garden about two years ago
every time I put food out for the birds a rat appears in
the garden. So for long periods of time I don't put food
out for the birds but every now and then I feel so sorry
for the birds that I relent. I try, of course, to only
put food well out of reach of the rats but birds are
untidy eaters and always drop some to the ground and on
one occasion a rat climbed the tree to reach the food.

Just before Christmas
when the snow first started falling I decided it was
time to put out food for the birds again. As it was just
before Christmas it also coincided with a clear out of
the fridge and food cupboards. I cut one of my small
pumpkins in half, scooped out the middle and made
another pumpkin bird feeder.
Then I mixed some
sunflower seeds, some pecan nuts past their use by and
some old duck fat together and dolloped this into the
middle of the pumpkin halves before attaching each half
onto the string holders I had made back in October when
I had made the last pumpkin bird feeder. Back then the
pumpkin halves had survived about a fortnight before
rotting. This time, instead of rotting, they froze and
have remained frozen ever since, some 3 weeks later.
All was fine until the
current snowfall. Until then the blackbird had been able
to find food by throwing fallen leaves into the air in
his usual untidy manner. But now he just bobbed about in
the snow in a fruitless search. I couldn't stand it and
dug the hanging bird table out of the shed and put it in
the cherry tree. You'd think this would be OK but it was
this that drove the rat to climb the tree last time so I
wasn't sure. Still, I crumbled some stale flapjack onto
it and scattered a few seeds on for good measure.
Unfortunately, even before the blackbird had discovered
it the rat was in the garden. Sigh!
Well, I have persisted
with feeding the birds during the snow but the rat has
left deep tracks in the snow, giving away its presence.
Yesterday morning I poured some warm water into the
birdbath too and was amazed by the number of birds that
arrived to drink from it. The robin even braved a bath
despite the sub-zero temperatures. I restocked the
feeders then threw rat poison down into the tunnel the
rat had dug under the garden fence. I hope that is the
last of that particular rat.
Back in the warmth,
watching the birds through the window, I set about
stock-taking my vegetable seeds and deciding what I
needed to buy ready for the new growing season. Looking
at all the catalogue photos of perfect vegetables on
sunny days quite cheered me up. My girls were excited
too and enthusiastic about what they might like to grow.
My youngest's favourite
colour is yellow and I soon noticed that each item that
she pointed too excitedly was yellow so I suggested to
her that maybe she should try to grow all yellow
vegetables this summer. She loved this idea and with a
bit of careful searching through the catalogues we
managed to find 11 different things for her to grow that
would be yellow: potatoes, sweet corn, mangetout,
climbing beans, carrots, beetroot, radish, tomato,
cucumber, cauliflower and courgette.
My eldest then jumped on
the same idea and wanted to see if she could grow red
and purple vegetables. Again we managed to find 10
things for her to grow: potatoes, carrots, beetroot,
borlotti beans, radish, tomatoes, peppers, peas, basil
and lettuce. I hope they find it as much fun to grow as
they did to select the seeds.
Later that evening I
went online and placed orders with 4 different seed
catalogues for a huge range of seeds, potatoes, onions
set etc. Next to me were two pots of hyacinths that we
had forced in September and brought into the house at
Christmas. All six bulbs are flowering right now,
filling the room with the distinctive smell of
hyacinths. So despite the snow and cold outside, for one
afternoon I felt as if I was in a little bubble of
springtime and now I'm excited about the prospect of
getting sowing again.
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