Feed me!

Couldn't resist sharing my breakfast ( I will be eating the egg).

This morning, I've seen squabbling sqirrels, house martins , a flock (... well five who terrorised me,) swooping and chirping singing and quite frankly trying to remove me from the garden; where I was sitting  at the table on the patio eating my breakfast.

Next doors chickens have decided ( the weekend that my neighbours have gone away) to become escape artists. I have four bantams who quite frankly think  they are staying, 

clucking and scraping and well... fertilising the lawn. I tried flapping my arms, walking like them ( in hope they'd follow me)  uhh that didn't work, i feel like an extra on an 

Alfred Hitchcock film. Today i am so glad we're not over looked, we have only been here nine weeks and those I have met think I am a bit nuts. Here I am flapping at chickens,

ducking from house martins; all I need is a floppy hat and a basket and I  could be the bird woman from Mary Poppins . Except , i'm in my spotted pj's a pair of sheepskin bootie slippers leaping around like a demented escapee.

I am contemplating catching them , wrapping their feet in duckt tape ( so they can't return) and putting  them back; (preferably before the other 14 join them) but  on second thoughts , no  it would be wrong; if  I had hen tape ...

We are driving to Dorset and spending the day with my brother in law and his wife, we will find a picturesque walk with views to die for, we will have lunch and chatter and 

laugh;Just relax and enjoy the sun. 

I wont tell them about my attempt at a blog, (they are both  work in education, people look up to them) as I am sure you've noticed; grammar is not my strong point.

My blog,  this will remain my dirty secret. ( dirty because I just tripped  in my slippers while mimicking a chicken and am now dirty). 

I hope your day is a good one and we will meet here again soon.