Monthly Archives: August 2017

The fig tree has become a sparrow tree for a while. Alarms spurt up from all the bramble-tangle as I pass.  My presence is an insult to the woodpecker, but gives the choughs something to talk about.  Cowbell answers crowcroak. 

There’s been a long drought in these parts. The valley fields are shorn and parched. Scottish people (bringing rain in their pockets) to the rescue!  Bright spots of green poplars show the mountain springs. A muddy puddle from last night’s … Continue reading →