Tuesday, May 27
Encouraged by the sun’s fleeting appearance I decided to treat Mrs G. to lunch at the Dog & Duck. I’d been moderating appearances after becoming aware that my urine had developed the redolence of a Golden Russet. Must admit, the village looks a picture; eaves congested with promiscuous nest-hopping swallows. Attractive as they are, swallows can be sly little birds. It’s not unknown for single males to wait until a nest’s occupants are out feeding before engaging in a spot of infanticide. When returning to the empty nest, the female gives her old man his marching orders for failing to protect the homestead, then takes up with the dastardly perpetrator who’s ready and waiting in the wings.
at May 27, 2008