October 12th, 2002

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Not so many birds to see in the garden today; it's raining - earlier quite heavily - and I suspect many of them are huddling in bushes, muttering something along the lines of "Sod this for a worm. I knew we should have migrated somewhere warmer. Even if this place does have better seed and a bird bath, the kids are already saying they're bored. When I was a fledgling we used to make our own fun; we didn't sit around looking through the windows at those silly humans all day. We had to fly away from the cat and everything..." "But Dad, the cat was twenty years old and couldn't have caught a bird if you tied it to the ground in front of her!" *slap* "Shut your beak, son."

But anyhow... the breadmaker is emitting lovely fresh-baking smells, my tea is drawing, all's right with the world. 'Cept the weather, of course.