How Things Change

He was born a "townie" but now he is a country boy through and through, and it never ceases to amaze me.

He watches over "his" kestrels as if they were his babies. Yesterday he was worried about their safety when a buzzard invaded their space. He trawls the internet to ensure that their behaviour is following the recognised pattern and that all is well. It is not just the kestrels which fascinate him/us.  We seem to have far more small birds, black redstarts, redstarts, tits, sparrows and others we  have not seen or can't identify nesting in the house wall this year and we observe their daily routines from our privileged vantage point inside the house. Yesterday John was thrilled to hear the screeching of the first half dozen swifts to arrive, they nest in our walls also. Of course all this bird activity means we will not be able to eat in the back courtyard until at least July!

Country boy has just gone off to join the other ol' boys from the village who are painting the large pots which are to be used for planting the flowers to brighten up St Germain.

Who would ever have thought he would change so much...….certainly not me...…..but he could not be more content in his rural life.