... was there a bird blethering on at about 4.00 this morning, disturbing the girls and causing much consternation between them?
I thought birds only got up when it was dawn! And let me tell you, there's not even a hint of daylight at that time in the middle of winter.
Charles has a theory that it was a bird in distress - either a curlew or a blackbird. How does he know this? I wouldn't have a clue. One bird sounds pretty much like another to me at that time - ANNOYING!
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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1. I love the use of the phrase "blethering on". That's exactly what birds do (ahem....no aspersions cast or pun intended) at those ungodly hours of the morning. You can imagine them, can't you, perched in a little huddle at the edge of their roost talking about nothing in particular simply because one of them can't sleep. More so if there is only one of them. And it will most probably be the hen, who has had to get up early, against her will, to get breakfast (even...I might add, if she was wide awake in the first place and "hadn't slept a wink all night"). And if she can't sleep...well... noone is going to. She'll twitter away to herself.....singing tunelessly but loudly. She'll pretend she's talking to the howling old owl next door but one, who is ever so slightly hard of hearing and so she has to chirrup even louder about the non events of the day ahead...and...well...I've heard that bird too evidently. However I mustn't let my imagination run away with me...you never know where we'll end up. You see, I didn't sleep a wink last night either, however...what I do know is...
ReplyDelete2. ... a curlew and a blackbird don't have anywhere near the same call.
I'm now thinking of something the iron Duke of Wellington said as I hover over