Down at the bottom of our garden is this shrub.
I was giving it a bit of a trim on Monday when I found this…
‘Hey, what are you looking at? Do you mind!’
I hastily stacked some of the branches back to hide it because I’d resulted in the two baby birds being exposed! It’s quite a tiny nest and I have absolutely no idea what they are – other than birds. I mean, who would have thought birds would even nest so close to the ground.
I’ve checked once a day since and they were still there and still breathing!
And then this morning…
They’re gone, gone I tell ya.
I had a furtle* in the undergrowth but no tweeting little fledglings were located.
* Beth – to furtle (pronounced like turtle but with an f) (verb) – to look in a haphazard loose sort of way, not as organised as a search but not as disorganised as a rummage!