a nest not of birds

[sergebroom]

This weekend was filled with excitement and surprise. I have been catching up with the current season of Doctor Who, and, as expected, am enjoying it. Besides that… Our home’s router went belly up, leaving us sans internet access one evening, so I went to a nearby store the following morning and, believe it or not, managed to install the whole thing without a problem. And I got a phonecall from fellow blogger Fragano, who confirmed where I thought Biggleswade was. (He says that I didn't sound like Inspecteur Clouseau on a week-long diet of pure caffeine, but he's a nice guy.) I also spent many hours throughout the weekend on what I hope (fingers firmly crossed, knuckles creaking in the process) is the backyard’s last weeding of this year. 2006’s Project from Hell had kept me so occupied that, by the time I could take care of the yard, it was too darn cold. Thus was the backyard a sorry sight for many months, until Spring sprang.

The weirdest excitement was when I found why Cagney, our youngest dog, was so obsessed with digging dirt out of one of our largest flower pots. He had gone so deeply that, with their roots very much exposed, there was no way, the flowers would survive. So, I started pulling the plants out, and they were followed by a large ball of soil. Under which I found 5 tiny grey mice now trapped at the bottom of the pot’s tall wall. Yes, they are vermin, and there is no penury of rodents in these parts, but I just couldn’t kill them, especially as they huddled so close to each other, silent, probably terrified. I did the best thing I could think of and took them and the pot to the very top of our backyard and gently poured them out on the other side of the brick wall, which is a wilderness area. Maybe they won’t make it, but they’ll stand a better chance than the two who had managed to escape from the pot and which Cagney and Nahla later caught up with.