Birds and Israel

One of the wonderful advantages of living where we do in the North are birds. The Eggheads spent an energetic morning making Chesek liqueur and planting out several flowers and plants. Mrs E. has gone off to one of her many meetings and I was relaxing considering cleaning the hubcaps of my now beloved Mr Egg, the Ford Orion I now have.
From my viewpoint in the garden I could see a woodpecker doing it's best to drill a nest in the telegraph pole holding up our telecoms connection. It seems a bit puzzled but works hard at the job. The doves are busy , mainly defecating on the workbench and pattering on the tin roof on shed number 1. We have an unidentified bird setting up in the Bougainvillea which makes sense as the thorns keep the local cat population away. I refer to it as the 'weed' and when Mrs E. is away for a suitable time will receive my full concentration together with all the herbicides I can muster and a flamethrower if all else fails.
The smaller birds are pigging out on the now ever ripening Cheseks and one crested warbler visits the Egghead bird table every day complaining about the quality of the food provided.
Every day is good if you learn something. My lesson learnt is don't sample Chesek liqueur while it's simmering. It needs to be bottled and kept for those special occasions when you want your guests to stagger away feeling happy but unwell.