I have heard people complain when House Sparrows dust bath in their finely raked seed beds. The tilth, is flattened, spread and generally knackered by the shenannigans of the excitable spuggies.
Well, if that has happened to you, imagine this...
This hen Pheasant, wandered between the perennials, began scratching it all level before bathing away, flattening my Lupins and Hyacinths...As if this isnt bad enough...
In walks chummy, fit after scoffing a kilo of wheat free finest wild bird mix. Striding over the Phlox, narrowly missing a Hollyhock, to meet his laydee...and then, would you believe it...
Oh, for goodness sake, give it a rest. This would have Monty Don reaching for his prozac...Even the tete a tete daffs are amazed!
And then off they went into the sunset. Look at the state of the garden...
This autumn I'm going out beating.....
