A day in our lives
Just before the foxing hour last night, I did a head count on the hens, only to discover there was one too many! On closer inspection, I discovered a very young ring-necked dove. She was trying to maintain her body heat as her feathers were fluffed up in order for her to gain more heat so I was instantly concerned. Despite whatever difficulties she was having, she was pecking away at the corn with the rest of the girls and not at all bothered about my presence.
Having no trouble in picking up the friendly wee bird, I noticed she did indeed have a slight breathing problem so she stayed overnight in a makeshift hospital box. I shall call her Gobeithio which means 'Hope' in Welsh.
It’s morning, and she has lived to tell the tale. Her bright eyes looked up at me when I called to her and I could see she has a problem. So it’s off to the little bird hospital in the woods once again. I’ll let you know tomorrow how she got on.
As for the rest of the day, my kind and unassuming husband and I, plus a multitude of friends will be singing ‘Land of Hope and Glory’ at the Last Night of the Proms in Singleton Park. Looking forward to seeing Bryn Terfel!'
'And for you wee Gobeithio, I wish for you to live so that you can feel the sun on your face and the breeze on your wings and to visit us again!'