Last year I didn’t hear a cuckoo at all. It felt a bit like the beginning of the end of the world, there’s ALWAYS a cuckoo. I know they are anti social bullies, parasites on birdy society, but they are part of the fabric of an English spring in the country, and last year I really missed that distinctive, distant call.
Not this year. Someone told the Cuckoo he (or it she? I’m no ornithologist) had been missed. I’m being treated to a fly past. Every morning. At full volume. At 5 am…lovely. But then the blackbird sits in the cherry tree and sings me back to sleep again so it’s not too bad…not really.
But I’m going to blame the Cuckoo anyway for missing my deadline. The trouble with blogging is that you either have time to write and nothing to write about, or you are busy, busy, busy in the studio, the garden, the house (notice the order of my priorities there) and there’s not a minute to collect your thoughts and write about what’s gong on.
So I’m really sorry that I haven’t done my 100th post draw yet. I hope you haven’t all been waiting with bated breath, but here we go. I’ve given everyone who sent me kind words about my bloggy anniversary a number, and I hope the Amazing Random Number Generator will come up with a result.
Actually, scrap that idea…I’ve been defeated by living at the end of the line, internet wise and instead of the ARNG I’m getting the ‘Ooops’ notice so, Plan B, little bits of paper…and someone to pick a ticket…
Hmmm…the tasty basket is probably a bit of a distraction…
Not much help from Henry, although to be fair it’s not easy to get a look in once Higgins gets his teeth into something…
So, we’ll remove the basket…
And eventually, deprived of the nice crunchy basket a ticket is picked…
Now if I can just rescue the ticket before the ink runs…
The winner is…
…Teena! Congratulations Teena, of Kitschen Pink, I will get your parcel to you very soon.
Thank you again to everyone who has called in and left a comment on any of my posts. I really like to hear from you all, if I’m actually talking to myself then it will be true, I really am going a bit cuckoo!
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Oh look at little Higgins! He always makes me smile… clever chap picking out the ticket. Nice rug Penny, by the way.
I haven’t heard a cuckoo for years, but what’s even more heartbreaking – no swifts nesting in the church tower opposite our house this year 🙁 is there still time for them to arrive? I miss them screaming around the skies above my studio, it doesn’t seem like summer without them.
Celia
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Higgins must do the Oscars next year . He’d be perfect .
Your priorities and mine are not dissimilar !
I haven’t heard a cuckoo yet this year and I’m missing the early morning sound. Perhaps I’m simply too cream crackered to be awake at 5.
Many congratulations to both Teena, for winning, and to Higgins for his excellent skills
Congrats Teena!
and congrats Henry and Higgins for looking so beautiful whilst hard at work!
Jane
Well done Teena… and Higgins of course! I heard the cuckoo this week too!
I get so incredibly homesick when I read your posts…hardly any birdsong here – which for somewhere which has predominantly bird based wildlife is pretty sad!
Miss miss miss my English garden and the birds and mammals!