Doing the roof

Jul takes a break

Finished

Furnished

Interior

Duck sentinal

Two houses

The flat pack arrives:

Wood piled up in the sitting room:

We get started:

We carry on:

We add the roof beams:

Covered up for the rain:

Adding roof boards and insulation:

Having spent a few moments admiring my NZ spinach bed:

Liv’s chillies:

Mama’s grapes:

And my Hawaian lettuces:

I heard myself pontificating on how few marauding pigeons there were about the place these days. I surmised it must be due to the psychic reverberations through the ether after my having caught and killed several birds, slicing their breasts from their bodies while still warm in my frenzy, before frying them in butter.

At that moment, a faint fluttering to my left betrayed this fiend sitting on a single egg:

And then, incredibly, on my right, though more difficult to see, another of the same ilk keeping a couple of scrawny chicks warm:

Both are within easy reach … is this a test?