A couple of weeks ago, a lovely guest staying with us pointed out that he had seen a robin flittering around our front porch. The robin eyed our guest and a teeny weeny gap between the ornate lintel and roof space of our porch. It hopped about impatiently from hedgerow to fence top, but would not fly away. Each time it thought our guest was not looking, it would shoot a quick anxious look at the underside of our porch roof.
Later that morning, our guest showed us the location of the robin’s nest. I peered hard from ground level but could see nothing different except for two straggly strands of what looked like dead grass. Otherwise, the gap was so tiny that no light penetrated and all I could see therefore was a very minuscule centimetre of black space.
I think it is rather nice that a pair of robins is building a home and bringing up their young under our roof! These are our flying guests – quite literally! Over the past few weeks, I have watched the robins fattening up on the seeds and fat we leave out for our avian guests. Although we have enjoyed truly magnificent days this Spring in terms of sunshine and beauty, it has, until recently, been very cold – and bitter enough for late snowfalls. Now, the weather has suddenly turned rather balmy in comparison, and our robins, healthy with good food close by and happy with their new lodgings, have done very well for themselves indeed.
These robins are just two of the many birds that find their way into our garden. I sometimes see rooks, which I do not particularly like because I think they are greedy, and pigeons. One pigeon in particular has taken to sitting on a window sill directly under the bird feeder. I cannot say that I am overly fond of pigeons either, having often been the unwitting victim of their droppings as a school girl. Our school in Singapore was a veritable magnet for pigeons. Sometimes, as I waited for the school bus to arrive or played with friends in the playground, I would feel something wet and slimy falling with a huge SMACK onto my clean uniform. Yuck! Since then, I have never been a fan of pigeons.
One thing I do like is listening to the wild owls hooting at night. The Dalesway is a bedroom facing onto fell woodlands. For this reason, it is the best room to be in if one wants to hear the owls calling. The calls make me think of the Harry Potter stories, as well as other adventure tales. I was an avid Enid Blyton fan, so perhaps this is why I am drawn to such fantasies.
Guests who enjoy the great outdoors and are coming to stay at Blenheim Lodge should really take advantage of the wide open spaces that surround our guest house, even from our very doorstep. Step out onto fell acres that open up to gorgeous vistas of lake and fells. Take a picnic basket with you and perhaps even share your lunch with some flying guests. I am sure they would appreciate the odd tit bit or two!
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