Wildlife goes shopping
Do you remember a couple of weeks ago I mentioned how nature seemed to be encroaching thanks to the lack of humans out and about? Well, the chickens are becoming bolder, and recently, one of the hens from up the road brought her three chicks to explore the front of our house some distance from where they usually hang out. They have discovered a new shopping centre in the walled, ruined garden beside the house and spent some time there in the clutter-free isles, scratching about in unexplored territory.
Meanwhile, yesterday as I was on the balcony having a cup of tea, I happened to notice someone in the long grass and wildflowers directly below. That’s about 15 feet below, so I’m not worried, and I assume our usually shy neighbour fancied an early morning forage. They are usually found in what’s now the chicken supermarket garden, so perhaps the hen and her family took all the special offers, and he was out looking for something else. I’m sure he found much more exciting produce in the Fortnum’s which is the wild garden below than he ever found in the Spar shop next door.
