The longer lockdown continues, the braver nature gets. I’m used to spotting wild puputs (hoopoes) in the wooded area that borders our house, but instead of taking flight as soon as a human approaches as they did pre-C Word, they’re now glancing up nonchalantly and returning to peck away at the ground in search of insects. Similarly, a red-bellied chaffinch (just call me Bill Oddie) sang a powerful song to me while I was on the lounger reading Jennifer Saunders’ touching memoir Bonkers: My Life in Laughs - fittingly I was on a rather musical chapter concerning her Mamma Mia! spoof for Comic Relief. Meanwhile, a jewel-coloured drake and drab-looking hen have often had the gall to sneak into the back garden, but it’s now necessary to shut the door or they’ll waddle barefaced into the lounge to see what’s for dinner (and deposit a wet poop or two if I’m really lucky). A family of distinctive black and yellow tiger swallowtails also seem to have moved into the area; they, on the other hand, are welcome to stay. The wildlife is most definitely taking over the asylum.
Lockdown at Home
The C Word
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- The ham war of Palma's Olivar Market to go to court
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