Re: Hooray Hall. Adventures of a Handyman.
Hi all, The news isn’t good tonight, I’m afraid the Pheasant chic’s didn’t make it.
Maybe if I had got them to a foster home sooner, but at least they got more of a chance than the Fox or the cat would have given them.
I had to run and put some Landing Lights on this evening. Let me explain.
Our Swallows have come back and have moved into my workshop. I don’t think they have laid yet. Only one pair has taken up residence, last year there were three pairs. So I guess the others didn’t make the migration.
They are cheeky little boogers who if they think I’m taking up too much room or making too much noise dive bomb me, than sit on a beam above my bench chirping away . If I were to make a guess at what they were saying it probably would be go away in quick jerky motions.
Every evening as it gets dark I lock them in and each morning about 8, I open the doors and duck as they waiting for me and seem to take delight in getting as close as they can.
This evening I was working in the courtyard until nearly dark, I put the tools away, Thinking that the Swallows must have gone to roost turned of the workshop lights and was about to close the doors as these two avian Spitfires zoomed past me.
They had been making the best of the failing light. They must have realised I was closing up and made a dash for the door. As the lights were out I could here a furious fluttering of wings as in the dark they tried to find a safe place to land.
As this was happening Shadow the Cat who was lying in her basket in the Cottage porch (door open) Eyes closed (fibbing) suddenly leapt up and ran into the workshop. I made a dash for the light switch which luckily is on the outside wall, suddenly able to see where they were going they rose up like a pair of Harrier Jump Jets. A much chastised Cat is sleeping outside tonight.
I took these pictures last year when the young Swallows were receiving flying lessons.
Now just to put the story straight old Handy has always been one for the birds, Just that these days the feathered variety cause less grief and cost less money.
Seen on the back of a camper van in town today,
Marriage is like a Bank Account, Put it in, Take it out, Lose Interest.
Regards all, Handy.
Hi all, The news isn’t good tonight, I’m afraid the Pheasant chic’s didn’t make it.
Maybe if I had got them to a foster home sooner, but at least they got more of a chance than the Fox or the cat would have given them.
I had to run and put some Landing Lights on this evening. Let me explain.
Our Swallows have come back and have moved into my workshop. I don’t think they have laid yet. Only one pair has taken up residence, last year there were three pairs. So I guess the others didn’t make the migration.
They are cheeky little boogers who if they think I’m taking up too much room or making too much noise dive bomb me, than sit on a beam above my bench chirping away . If I were to make a guess at what they were saying it probably would be go away in quick jerky motions.
Every evening as it gets dark I lock them in and each morning about 8, I open the doors and duck as they waiting for me and seem to take delight in getting as close as they can.
This evening I was working in the courtyard until nearly dark, I put the tools away, Thinking that the Swallows must have gone to roost turned of the workshop lights and was about to close the doors as these two avian Spitfires zoomed past me.
They had been making the best of the failing light. They must have realised I was closing up and made a dash for the door. As the lights were out I could here a furious fluttering of wings as in the dark they tried to find a safe place to land.
As this was happening Shadow the Cat who was lying in her basket in the Cottage porch (door open) Eyes closed (fibbing) suddenly leapt up and ran into the workshop. I made a dash for the light switch which luckily is on the outside wall, suddenly able to see where they were going they rose up like a pair of Harrier Jump Jets. A much chastised Cat is sleeping outside tonight.
I took these pictures last year when the young Swallows were receiving flying lessons.
Now just to put the story straight old Handy has always been one for the birds, Just that these days the feathered variety cause less grief and cost less money.
Seen on the back of a camper van in town today,
Marriage is like a Bank Account, Put it in, Take it out, Lose Interest.
Regards all, Handy.
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