Something has been nibbling the sage in the
pot on the patio.
As in an Agatha Christie murder mystery there is no shortage of
suspicious-looking characters with both the motive and the opportunity
. . .
Slug and snail: the usual suspects;
they did, after all, clobber the cucumber in the greenhouse, but
no, CSI reveals no trail of slime.
Or should that be SSI; Slime Scene Investigation.
An Enemy of the Anemone
Yesterday I watched the pheasant peck at an anemone
until the petals dropped to the ground like oversized confetti.
Something to Hide
The squirrel has his booty stashed away all over
the garden and was about to sample the plump bud of an ornamental
poppy the other day, if I hadn't shooed him off.
said the sparrow . . . *
or all of them might have been involved but this morning I saw a female
house sparrow fly up from the plant with a torn piece of leaf
in her beak.
Birds collect greenery and take it to the nest because (it is suggested)
it acts as a kind of natural insecticide. I could imagine that the pungent
leaves of sage would have a more powerful effect for this purpose than
any other plant in the garden.
According to Culpeper sage 'is good for the liver and to breed blood
. . . It also helps the memory, warming and quickening the senses.'
The ornamental poppy (left), the one that survived
the attentions of the squirrel, flowered for the first time today.
Who killed Cock Robin?
'I,' said the sparrow,
'with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.'
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org