a thunderstorm in the afternoon leaving puddles covering half the road
at the bottom end of the lane and pink blossom scattered like (can't help
using the simile) confetti in the gutter but our golden hornet
crab apple has come into full blossom only in the last few days
and it's managed to hang onto its petals for the time being.
Despite the rain the cock pheasant is still looking
at his best, with red wattles almost covering his head and prominent ear
tufts. He'll surprise us while we're eating dinner
by swaggering up on to the patio, just the other side of the patio window,
drawing himself to full height, puffing himself up and emitting a few
loud explosive 'grockles'. He's generally got his harem of one, two, three,
sometimes more females vaguely in attendance and, to judge by the number
of mating attempts, we're going to have a lot of pheasant chicks around
by the summer.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org