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Something has been nibbling the sage in the
pot on the patio.
As in an Agatha Christie murder mystery there is no shortage of
suspicious-looking characters with both the motive and the opportunity
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Slime Crime?
Slug and snail: the usual suspects;
they did, after all, clobber the cucumber in the greenhouse, but
no, CSI reveals no trail of slime.
Or should that be SSI; Slime Scene Investigation. |
An Enemy of the Anemone
Yesterday I watched the pheasant peck at an anemone
until the petals dropped to the ground like oversized confetti. |
Something to Hide
The squirrel has his booty stashed away all over
the garden and was about to sample the plump bud of an ornamental
poppy the other day, if I hadn't shooed him off. |
 I,
said the sparrow . . . *
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or all of them might have been involved but this morning I saw a female
house sparrow fly up from the plant with a torn piece of leaf
in her beak.
Birds collect greenery and take it to the nest because (it is suggested)
it acts as a kind of natural insecticide. I could imagine that the pungent
leaves of sage would have a more powerful effect for this purpose than
any other plant in the garden.
Sage advice
According to Culpeper sage 'is good for the liver and to breed blood
. . . It also helps the memory, warming and quickening the senses.'
The ornamental poppy (left), the one that survived
the attentions of the squirrel, flowered for the first time today.
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Who killed Cock Robin?
'I,' said the sparrow,
'with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.' 
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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