After coming back from Cromer, L. and I almost immediately spotted several deep holes in the back garden, close to the places where we had planted tulips and whatnot a few months prior. We were puzzled: the holes were indeed quite massive to be created by squirrels (although ours are very pleasantly round-shaped and tend to look more like balls of flof, it could still be an incredibly difficult task for them), and neither would our flying dinosaurs (mistaken for wood pigeons) be able to do so.
Well, the mystery was solved earlier today: when I went down to the kitchen for lunch, I noticed a certain familiar silhouette in the window. He joyously jumped around the dull winter shrubs and remaining foliage, sniffing the soil and barking to himself, and his tail wagged at the speed of light. He, however, was quick enough to recognise me behind the kitchen window and ran away (being NOT ashamed of himself at all).
Since we completely forgot to mend that one place in our garden fence where we put our little trellis for a climbing rose bush, our guest decided to invite himself in, apparently in order to join our existing menagerie (squirrels, jays, black birds, robins, dinosaurs and you name it). Not that I mind, but I am not sure he would like to trade his kibble for fresh nuts.
No comments :
Post a Comment