I’ve got a small house, in a fairly built up part of MK, and a garden with a size that matches. Fifteen foot wide, and about forty-four feet long. A few trees down the road I live in, and a two-minute walk to another busy road to my left. Along the edge of that, a twenty-foot wide tangle of trees and bushes. And beyond? The next estate, a playing field, and small wood.
To my right, more houses with small gardens, lead onwards towards a few shops, and a noisy pub. Years ago it was all fields and farmland, and much more wildlife friendly I’m sure. But this is now, so I make the best of what I’ve got.
The first twelve feet from the back door is slabbed, and some brick paving, which houses some embarrassing junk that desperately needs a skip for a home. And the rest?
Bottom left is the small ‘rockery’, next to the wildlife pond. I dug this out last August; it’s only about five feet by five feet, but the birds love it to bathe in, and it provides some good photo opportunities. I’m eagerly awaiting the Dragonflies this year, to see if they approve.
Not the smartest place to site it with hindsight, the falling leaves keeps me constantly busy, scooping them out. The narrow border escapes to the end of the garden, and the safety of the shrubs.
The ‘dark’ corner. I’ve no idea what this seven-foot deep area contains beyond the purple coloured Hebe. A mass of Ivy on the back fence, and a white flowering Hebe; but the rest is known only to the birds and Butterflies that frequent it. A mystery I’m happy to leave unsolved for the time being.
My bird species count since sighting the first feeding station last May, (and slowly adding to it, and providing some company in the shape of a second), stands at 19. Not a massive total I know, but considering that up until a couple of years ago they flew round my garden, not even over it, I’m happy.
My old deaf cat was the reason for that, but now she no longer feels the need to roam beyond the comfort of her chair, the birds have claimed my garden instead. From the noisy Starlings, to the latest new arrival, the Siskin, things are looking up. I even had a Black-headed Gull briefly drop in while I was digging out the pond last year.
I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me.