This weekend was the RSPB's Great British Bird Count - you sit in your garden, or look out the window, and count how many birds of what species you see in an hour. We did it this morning. You need to count how many you see at any one time in order not to double count - which adds a degree of complication to things. "Was that a blue tit?" I ask Neal. "Which one?" he responds. "That one," I say, unhelpfully. "That one?" he replies. We have no idea what we are taking about. It was fun though - sitting outside for an hour, wrapped up in woollies, drinking steaming coffee, and re-remembering how alive the world is, outside.
In squirrel news, the window baffles seem to be doing the job - even though we have put up two new feeders on that window, it remains un-molested. Not so the other window. Mid-morning, the distinctive sound of squirrel belly hitting glass caught our attention. There he was - balancing - just-so. He moved back and forth, reaching up, tapping on the glass as if he was testing for surface density. We came right up to him on the inside of the window, but he just looked back at us evenly, un-fussed, and continued his calculations. After a while, he paused a moment, then jumped decidedly back onto the fence. I looked up later and saw him sitting on a tree branch, staring at the window, plotting, You could practically see equations floating over his head. We may need more baffles.
I sewed the collar into the bunny shirt yesterday. It was tricky. Let's just be grateful that collars fold outwards and leave it at that.
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