Thanks for popping in.
Our dear old pear tree fell down in the storm the other night.
Keeled over, and finally gave up trying to stay standing.
Fortunately it fell away from the house, in the opposite direction.
It may only be an ancient old pear tree,
and to be honest, the pears weren’t even very nice,
but it was also home to most of the menagerie in our garden!
All the birds are homeless now!
Can you see the woodpecker hanging on to the top limb?
And the Nuthatches and the blue tits and the bull finches and the coal tits and the robins and the magpies and the collar doves!
What now ??? It was like Paddington Station in birldworld!
Dave is going to plant a greengage tree in its place.
It will surely take a few good years to become established;
I do hope the birds like it.
Made me feel old when I figured out how long we would have to wait before we had a big old greengage tree in the garden…
Ah well. Such is life. The old pear tree was ready to fall over – only a few days before we had talked about propping it up.
But that’s it, isn’t it. When it’s over, it’s over.
And on that sobering thought, I think I shall grab Dave from behind the lawn mower, and go for a walk along the railway track
(disused, of course!)
Love & hugs,