One for sorrow, two for joy.
Things are rarely silent in the garden. That prevailing wind coming from the south-west decides how peaceful it is. Sometimes the trees are observing a one minute’s silence while at others, they are doing a good imitation of a Mexican wave. .
The noisiest visitors stay only as long as it takes to wolf down the offering on the bird table. They might be delivered at any time of the day, or not at all, but within seconds, the word has mysteriously passed over the airwaves, and there they are.
Far more peaceful are these, the pigeons and doves that congregate on the rooftop and clear up any stray morsels of seed that happen to miss the bird feeders. Castigated by gardeners they are nevertheless peaceful creatures, happy to congregate with the chattering jackdaws and magpies.
All in all, they bring a soothing sense of harmony to the garden, which is why we no longer have one of these.
Rest in Peace, Ruby. Jan Toms,