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In our garden we’ve different places to sit, each with a different perspective. Weather permitting, we take morning coffee, afternoon tea and breakfast and lunch too... and if we’re lucky, we dine out in the balmy evening warmth. Home-alone almost tolerable.

But we’re not alone! He too sits where he likes. The head of a goddess gazing at unravelling ferns; every chair, bench, table and seat he can claim. I just saw him atop the umbrella... and now King Cnut’s throne! Bloody cheek!

I’m the king of the castle!” calls Robin, as, perfunctorily, he leaves his unwanted calling card.

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    "The head of a goddess gazing at unravelling ferns" such a terrific description Neville. Springwatch in a drabble, nice one :)

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    Thanks Drew. Cocky little bugger that robin... I guess that’s what they call him Cock Robin.. thinks he owns the joint...and he probably does... certainly as far as the other birds are concerned. But it’s the inevitable, and pinged pooping that gets me every time. Even on the king’s throne! Cheeky little cnut!

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    I guess that’s why they call him etc I had meant to write. (Btw, Cnut’s throne is an unusual large metal garden throne patterned with gothic arches. Cold on the bum, but looks good... after the crap has been wiped off.)

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    Jamie Clapperton about 1 month ago

    Haha 'Cheeky little Cnut. ' Bless.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 month ago

    Haha! Jamie. I didn’t thnik of that!

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    Jamie Clapperton about 1 month ago

    Hi Neville. I was just quoting your comment. :-)))

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    Neville Hunt about 1 month ago

    Hi Jamie. I was pretending it wasn’t deliberate!🤥

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