The call of the wild!!

There are signs of autumn in the air.

Out in the garden I’m ‘strimming’ the borders and areas where the mower wont go. Bingo is standing in the kitchen doorway wondering when the awful machine will finally go quiet, and he can 'take the air' again.

He watches me as I carefully wind the cable up and ‘park’ this implement in the shed. As I wander back he is already inspecting the garden, sniffing various pot plants and boarders, particularly where I’ve newly trimmed.

‘Thank goodness for that guv.’

‘What’s that Bing?’

‘That blooming buzzing wotsit has stopped.’

‘Ah yes, well it has to happen I’m afraid, it’s so much faster than edging shears.’

‘Really?’

‘Oh yes.’

‘Guv, I haven’t a clue what edging shears are, but if they’re nice and quiet then I’m sure I would approve of them.’



Feeling suitably ‘told,’ I leave Bing to continue with his patrol while I pop into the kitchen and make some coffee. Minutes later; suitably armed with steaming mug and a snack (or three); I’m back and sitting in the sun, making the most of an unexpectedly bright A.M.   A robin, not worried by the strimmer, has been hopping about following my progress and dining on any tit-bits that are about.

A Blackbird decides to have a sing and once again I’m reminded just what a delightful song it has.

‘Hello he’s drifting.’

‘What?’

‘I said you’re drifting off old poop.’

‘Not at all Bing, just resting the old eyes as I listen to that chap.’ I nodded towards the bird sitting in a branch nearby.

‘Oh yes he’s a jolly chap guv – er, talking of jolly?’

‘Ye-e-ss?’

‘Don’t you think it’s jolly well time you coughed up those?’

The lad sniffs in the general direction of his favourite mini bonios.

 

Treats are noshed, and he is shortly after sniffing a rose bush, when suddenly he hears someone passing by, and gives them the full French hunting hound woof and howl!

‘Stone me Bing you moan about my strimmer, and then frighten the life out of me with your bark!’

‘I know what you mean old fruit it sort of takes me by surprise.  It aint half loud, and when I get going it fair rattles any wax I might have in my ears!’

‘Well it certainly rattled mine.’

‘I think it’s just as well to let folk know they are nearing the old boundaries guv.’

‘I’m sure the fence is quite good for determining that Bing.’

‘Can’t help it guv, it’s what I do when I have to.’

The lad wanders into the house and returns moments later to tell me there are………….

‘Chaps rattling balls around a green table guv!’

I’m about to wander in, when the song of the blackbird calls me back to my seat. The sun is unexpectedly warm today, and yes…there’s definitely a hint of autumn in the air.

As I sit, the lad wanders back out, cocks an ear, and decides……

‘The snooker can wait guv.’