Titanarum

Isn’t it gorgeous, the weather? Mild and sunny for the foreseeable future we can expect the leaves to stay on the trees and bushes for ages turning redder and redder. I love it. But the noises are getting me down. The deer rut, for starters (when the stags fight to see who is the biggest and strongest and therefore most deserving nooky partner for the females), I can’t hear myself think for their primeval bellowing. Lately I’ve been deafening their roars with full volume techno. It’s the only thing that works. Believe me. I’m not keen on starlings either. These black birdies with their purply blue iridescent plumage want to nest under my eaves. And even though EVERY orifice has been covered with fine mesh earlier this year ago they still try it on. It’s all to do with their habits. Monogamous in nature they return up to three times a year to the nest with shrieks so ear piercing and persistent I have no option but to call it torture. Suffice it to say I prefer plants. Yes, they too can unsettle even the sturdiest of souls with their habits, not least that of invasive growth, but at least they have the decency to stay quiet about it.