The Birds.

I’ve never been that interested in orny orni birds, but I do like to look after the ones in the garden, and so can regularly be seen putting my fat balls out for them on a cold winter’s morning.

Also, I’m ashamed to say, I’ve become hooked on a computer game called ‘Angry Birds’over Christmas, on Mrs N’s new Kindle that she got as a present. When I first saw the title, I did wonder how they could possibly make a game about drunken women having a punch up on a Saturday night, until I discovered it was about lobbing explosive cartoon birds at pigs heads!

Well, the other day I’d just completed level three with a new highest score, when those dreaded words rang out that send shivers down my spine, “We need to get on with some decorating”, she said.

Mmmm, perhaps now’s a good time to put the game down, get off my now fatter a**e because of the Christmas excess, and pay my first visit of the year to the plot, I thought. She was a ‘not too pleased’ bird, rather than angry as I left.

Not long after arrival I was  joined by a visitor looking for a free snack. No, it wasn’t old Bob cadging my chocolate digestives again, it was a Robin redbreast. Now I’m not one for superstitions, apart from avoiding walking under ladders or breaking mirrors, oh and having to put my left shoe on first (don’t ask), but the sight of a Robin I take as a good omen. So I’m hoping this means that next year will be better one on the allotment, after the blight ridden wash-out we had last year.

A good omen ?

Then I went to get the fork from the shed to do some digging, and was met by a real angry bird. It was a little wren that must have been roosting in there, and as I opened the door it nearly scored a hundred points just missing my head as it flew out screeching. It's Karma again, I'm telling you.

Sadly it soon started to rain, again, so I reluctantly had to abandon the digging and return home. “ I think I’d like it in Magnolia”, she said.