
Left: death-wish magpie fledgling stares down Allen Ginsberg the cat back in 2001.
On thing that has livened up proceedings has been the appearance of a particularly tatty and cocky robin, now nicknamed "Blasé," who alternates chirruping at us from a nearby tree with hopping down practically within reach to peck stuff off the lawn. That's when he's not buzzing us - passing so close you can feel the draught from his wings. It's the most startling birdy encounter I've had since Sheffield in 2001, when a fledgling magpie hopped up the front steps and sniffed the cat.
And on the subject of cats, I was delighted to see Lucky The Half-Faced Cat out and about for the first time this year. He's looking very old and a bit tatty, but he's still going!
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