15 April 2010
Today I had the willies. Ever since I uncovered a man in the compost bins who awoke fisticuffs a-whirling I am wary of concealed pugilists, so on unlocking the garden and coming upon this carefully constructed nest I hurried for a long cane. I know from experience that arms length may not always be long enough. Happily a few wary prods showed that the bird had flown and I could unpin the orange box splinter fixings, clear away the rubbish, mourn the crushed and broken plants and mutter "bloody nuisance!". I don't think Ray Mears would have been overly impressed - Im sure like me he would prefer they just slept on a bench!