We really don't notice much of what goes on under our noses nature wise and as the farmer walked round the field this morning he saw this nest. Not very good pictures I am afraid but at least he went back and took an image for me. It is in the branches of a hawthorn tree, almost by our front gate. Just think, Mrs Long-tailed tit raised her brood last year right under our noses and we never suspected a thing.
When I came back from the hairdresser's this afternoon, the garden by the side of the house was full of escaped sheep (around twenty of them had jumped the wall and wandered up the road). The farmer was sitting by the fire and I quickly fetched him to put them back in their field. He did this with the help of his brother, who just happened to be next door and saw what was happening. I saw the funny side of it until I went outside and found that the wretched sheep had come to the back door and had attacked my tete-a-tete daffodils which were well in bud. They had eaten almost every head off. I have decided I hate sheep.