Well this time I had something important to vote for and I did know that my vote would be counted.
Fifty five years ago in Nineteen Hundred and Sixty we had a vote to determine Britain’s national bird. Some people are trying to pretend that didn’t count but it did.
This year we had a new vote to elect our “first ever” National Bird. I voted back in March, the polls closed on May 7th and today they announced the winner.
That is not really what this post is about.
There is a hole where my Robin used to be.
I am surrounded by beautiful birds, I am like the Hugh Hefner of Gloucestershire in an ornithological kind of way. (They don’t have to wear bunny suits) but it is not enough. I miss him.
Now I don’t think that I have picked up many new readers since starting this blog and so you will already know what I am talking about but just in case…
Last December I noticed that every time I opened my door there was a Robin outside, singing his little heart out.
I thought to myself, “I could tame this bird.” and I did, it took me three months.
By March it was eating out of my hand.But it wasn’t just that. The bird knew me, it would wait outside of my door for me to get up in the morning and as soon as I opened my door it would bounce onto that green hand rail. It sang to me all of the time. It was my friend, like Fizz is my friend and not like any other bird that I had ever met.
Around about now Fizz was starting to get a bit funny. She was keen to point out that eating out of my hand wasn’t a proper trick.
Anyone can do eating.
Just when everything was going perfectly the bird disappeared. I don’t know why but it was probably related to the season.
There is a hole where my bird used to be and the Swallows and Martins can’t fill it.
This post is marking the day that I started again.
There is no Robin outside of my door this time and so it might take a little longer. I have bought a little feeder and hung it just outside of my door.
Behind the feeder, that green mess is a grape vine, I see Wrens, Dunnocks, Mice and sometimes Goldcrests there. I want Robins. I have to bring them back into this area, there are plenty in the back garden.
I don’t always get what I want but I try. I have the patience of the hunter.
Watch this space.
Also I am absolutely with the little children on this one, if you cannot have what you want at first then you should kick and scream and hold your breath until your face turns blue. We only live once and second best isn’t good enough 🙂
If you are determined and focused then you will achieve your goals.. I think. These days I have quite little goals, I already did the bigger ones 😉