Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Bridge Of Sighs
It certainly feels like spring this morning. There is a warm breeze and the birds definitely seem to be enjoying the early morning sunshine. They sound like a million little stockbrokers discussing whether to invest in worms or ladybirds! I took a walk into Mulgrave Woods. The bluebells are coming along nicely but I expect it will be a week or so until they are at thier best. I stopped briefly at 'Sam's Bridge' - a rickety log bridge spanning a small stream. My dog Sam used to have serious misgivings about traversing this ramshackle pontoon. He would sooner plunge into the freezing brook or attempt a death-defying leap accross it rather than risk a short pad accross the 'timbers of death'. My beloved pup passed away eighteen months ago - but the bridge always brings a smile. As I crossed the bridge today I half listened for the patter of paws behind me but, alas, it seemed I was alone - although I'm almost certain I heard a distant splash from somewhere...
The song thrush in the garden seems to be getting used to our presence and stays put atop her precious eggs even when we approach with a chugging lawnmower.There has been stray cat prowling around of late - which is a little worrying as the nest is only five or six feet above the ground. They say you should let nature take its course - now, where did I put that pepper..