Clairesallotment's Blog

Well, after the sweary Mary I was in the last blog, I’ll be a little more lady like in this one. I’ve just popped down stairs and could hear the babies calling and one parent in the nest feeding them. She was having a bit of a tidy as well. I could see 6 chicks as there was before. Hopefully they’ve recovered from their ordeal and all will be well. I’ll have to think of something to put on top of the shed to prevent the cat from sitting on top…gripper rods come to mind!

Sorry if you’re offended by bad language, or love your cat, but I’m rather furious by a black one who lives near us. Since my baby birds have hatched I’ve had to chase this certain cat off my shed roof many a time. It seems to be rather bold, and even when I get close to it, it’s reluctant to go. Anyway, I opened George’s curtains this morning, and everything looked fine in the garden, I then came back from ringing this morning and went to garden to open the greenhouse, and noticed that the bird box had been knocked off the shed and was on the floor face down. The parent birds were around looking rather confused. The box is heavy, and had been swiped so hard the camera had been disconnected. I picked up the box and could hear some tweeting inside, so we carefully attached it all back together, and are now waiting patiently for the parent to come back. The babies are moving inside the nest, but the nest itself is very messy, so only time will tell what will happen to them. I’ll keep you informed, but unless the parent come back, the babies won’t survive. I’m not sure what else I can do. I can’t move the box to another location, if you have any suggestions please let me know. I don’t think it’ll be long before they fledge as yesterday I saw them preening their wing feathers, and their beaks are getting more pointy. Bloody cats, pain up the arse they are, especially that black one!!

Well I decided not to go down the allotment this morning as we kept getting heavy showers, it was a good thing really. Before I tell you the story, let me assure you that I wouldn’t send my kids to school if they are really poorly. So there I was waiting for a cake to finish cooking when I got a phone call from my daughter’s school saying she was in the sick bay very pale and with a tummy ache, and could I come and collect her asap. The cake had 30 minutes left, so that was just about enough time to go and collect her and be back before the buzzer went. So I parked the car and just got out when my phone went again, and this time it was my son’s school….Yesterday on the way home from school he fell out a tree, landed on his bottom and his right hand. His arm and hand still hurt this morning, but I gave him Ibuprofen and packed him off to school. He was in the school office asking for more medication. So I picked up Emily and took her home, gave her a hot water bottle and some medication, took the cake out the oven and went to pick up George, and take him to the A&E. If it was still hurting that much there must be something wrong with it. He’s right handed and it hurt to write and generally was painful. On saturday he’s going away with the scouts til wednesday, so I needed to know what, if anything was wrong. After 3 x-rays they’ve come to the conclusion that they can’t see any fractures, and the bone is just bruised. That’s the news I wanted to hear, but I’ll have to make sure he rests it as much as possible for the rest of the week, and hope I don’t get a phone call when he’s away at camp to say otherwise. After I’d made myself a well earned up of tea, I got the kids to look at my “To do list” for today, and commented that no where on it was an item saying “Go and pick kids up from school and take George to the A&E”. My life would be so boring without them….I love the really.