This is my newly acquired statue ~ a pixie boy playing Pan pipes. The Artist moved it for me yesterday, into this ivy~clad corner of the Kitchen Courtyard:
He didn’t notice anything unusual at the time but a short while later our friend Dee saw that Indie was sproinging up and down before it, legs rigid, all four feet leaving the ground at once and giving a little yap each time she rose. I don’t know how else to describe it but anyone who’s owned a terrier will get the picture:
So we took a careful peek. And this is what we found:
I crept up to check on them this morning and an unblinking eye glared back at me. A spotted brown adult was sitting on the nest, too camouflaged to identify. Although I was raised in the country, my wild bird recognition skills are pitiful, so I’m not sure whether it was a thrush or a female blackbird. I didn’t poke about in case I frightened her away,
I’m excited and nervous all at once.
It’s thrilling that we have wild nature in our garden, Indie thinks so too. But I have to keep calling her away and telling her not to bark. Not easy for an inquisitive dog. To her credit, she does obey most times. But she’s quickly learned that she’ll be rewarded if she does, now she keeps asking to go out so she can come back inside and be tossed another treat! Luckily the nest’s too high for her to reach it and I’m wise to her crafty tricks!
Hopefully the baby birds will survive and one day fly away, leaving Indie in peace, to sunbathe beside the statue. After all, it is her favourite spot. 🙂