Thursday 15 January 2009 10.07am
There is a robin that greets me every time I go to the Diversity Garden
in Library St. I think it's because he knows I'm going to be digging and will therefore be serving him big fats worms. I am always torn between protecting the worms and feeding him. Amazingly, he has also appeared (pretty sure it was the same one) at another of my gardening stints close by. Who knows what will happen to him when the Garden is razed and replaced by fugly houses...
I, too, think I have heard a nightingale in the middle of the night on several occasions. The song has been so beautiful, I assume it is but would love to be sure.
A couple of sumemrs ago, there was a bird of prey of some sort on the roof of Markstone House in Lancaster St. for quite a few days.
Other than that, that dreadful noise that magpies make is really very irritating.