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The other day we were sitting drinking coffee on the terrace when Bobbin Robbin paid us a visit. He landed on one of the plant pots then hopped down under the table.  I said ‘hello what are you up to?’ but he ignored me and hopped towards my wife and the following conversation took place.

Bobbin Robbin: Peck peck

My Wife: Hello Bobbin what do want?

BR: It’s all right for you humans you can get a drink anytime you want but there is no water up here and we birds are thirsty.

MW: So what do you want me to do?

BR: Build us a Water Bar so we can have a drink

MW: Is that all?

BR: Well if it was big enough for the odd bath it would be even better.

MW: You cheeky bird and when would you like this built?

BR: Oh no rush anytime today will be fine.

Thus the conversation finished. I was surprised to see my wife rise and wander off to look for a suitable dish. How does that bird do it? I must remember to ask him.

Anyway I had some wood to cut so I left them to it and went up the field. When I returned I found that not only had a water bar been installed but cemented in place and filled.  Then the trouble began.  The Great Tits had decided that bar would also make a good bath and promptly proceeded to prove just that.  There were several birds in the tree and some on the ground shouting the odds about not being able to get a drink. When at last the bird finished there was no water, so a great deal of tweeting went on until the bar was filled again.

Now every morning there is a lot of shouting and hollering until the bar is filled again and as I say to my wife “you built it and filled it your problem” and at 7o’clock in the morning that is a sound fact.

Here are a few of the regulars who drink at the Water Bar:

When Big Blue arrived the others gave him a wide berth but he just had a couple then flew off.  You should have heard Bobbin then all returned to normal.

Then just as I thought I’d seen it all this happened.  Bobbin hopped onto the Water Bar looked directly at my wife with the camera said “thank you we really appreciate the Bar”  then flew off.  You see birds are grateful.

Bobbin Robbin saying thank you

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I was recently reminded about our feathered friends, and the time we first moved here.  I had started to dig out two small tree roots to lay the foundations of our home when I was assisted by a robin and great tit. We named them  The Clerk of Works – the robin –  the Forman – the great tit. It was wonderful to see how tame they seemed, they did not appear to be frightened of me and gave us many a laugh as the robin would inspect the hole as I was digging and I often had to stop or I would have hurt it as he would get under where I was working with the pickaxe. If I stopped, then the great tit would come and shout. The funniest thing was when my wife brought a cup of coffee out wearing her slippers, the tit hopped over doing his usual shouting then decided to galvanise us by began pecking at the slippers. These two birds gave us such a wonderful insight to our new world.

Then there is the `singing tree’.  This is an old almond tree which can be seen from our bedroom window and is used by the birds to teach their fledglings how to fend for themselves and we watch the goings on with interest. The males also use this tree in the mating season to strut their stuff, singing and bobbing up and down to attract a female.  There is also a bird of prey nesting in the trees at the edge of the lower field every morning we can hear the young screeching out to be fed I am hopeful of getting a picture or two when I can work out where it is.

Not everything is sweet and gentle, the wild boar can be so noisy at times. Take last night for instance, I am flying to the UK today so I needed to get some sleep, but there I was 2am listening to the pigs squealing away; what ever they were doing they seemed to be enjoying themselves. But at least they are back, we used to sit at night and watch some of them as they wandered round our land but at the beginning of the year a large cat arrived, again, we think it is a lynx any way it has departed because the goats are back on the maser and the pigs are being noisy.

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