Out in the big, wide world Nature is such a cruel force. For the third time this week it has been a pouring wet day here. Passing fields this afternoon on my way to see a friend, I noticed little lambs in the fields - tiny little things couldn't have been more than two or three days old - they looked wet through and perished. I know that all they need to survive, within reason, is a really good helping of mother's milk, so let's hope they were all getting it.
Sitting at my friends, watching the birds on her feeders, listening to the blackbirds singing and looking at birds in the holly tree opposite her window, we suddenly noticed a cat shooting up the trunk of the holly tree, almost to the top. A little later the cat came down, a young bird in its mouth. After eating the baby bird it was immediately shinning up the trunk again intent on bringing down baby bird number two for eating.
In my friend's garden a couple of wood pigeons (or they could have been stock doves, I am not sure of the difference) searched for food. It was almost certain that they were the parents - as I say, Nature can be so cruel.
A male blackbird is spending most of his day standing on the hedge in my back garden and singing his beak off - presumably looking for a mate. Later on today he seems to have been joined by Miss Blackbird - so, hopefully Mr and Mrs Blackbird will shortly be building a neat little home in my hedge. I just hope they have enough sense to get into a cat-proof position.