Fat Birds and Drunk Slugs

We've been getting some surprising pleasure form watching the antics of the birds in our back garden.  I knew there were lots of bird resident locally, and was quite worried about depriving many of them of their nesting places when we cleared the garden.  Hence I made sure that the hedgerow around the walls of the garden was left as it was, with thick ivy and various other shrubs growing up/on/through it.  Last autumn we put up a bird feeder in which Jane puts those fat balls that you can buy; this hangs from the apple tree just outside the new kitchen window and so we have a good view of the goings-on. 

Firstly, there is a healthy flock of house sparrows here (some of who actually used to live in the wall of our house!), and they are quite adept at imitating blue tits and hanging on the feeder cage to peck the fat.  The apple tree has a high canopy and a single low horizontal branch which is bare for the first ten feet, and there are often three or four sparrows perched there waiting whilst others are feeding.  Then there are some Blue Tits and the odd Great Tit - they prefer not to mix with the sparrows who are quite noisy and possessive.  A surprise earlier in the year was the sight of three juvenile Long-Tailed Tits, and we were very happy recently to have further sightings of several of these relatively unusual birds.  There are a couple of Dunnock who only peck at the bits on the ground which have fallen from the feeder, joined occasionally by a Chaffinch.  Finally, there's a Robin who is more than possessive.  He is a little thug who terrorizes the other small birds to claim ownership of the worn patch immediately below the feeder, and occasionally (largely unsuccessfully) tries his own impersonation of  Blue Tit on the feeder.

The heavy mob obviously are ground feeders as well.  There's a number of Wood Pigeons (and the Robin knows his place with them), but there's also a pair of Collared Doves who dislike the Wood Pigeons!  It's a real soap opera out there sometimes.  Blackbirds are rarely seen - there was a melodious one who used to sing beautifully, up and down the street every morning and evening, but he fell silent in August and so I expect a cat got him. The last of the ground feeders is a mouse who I have seen just twice, when the area was quiet. We also have a Wren who lives in the hedge on the wall, but he is rarely seen and is cetainly not tempted by the fat balls.

The front garden wall is unfortunately just the right height for passers-by to sit on. I don't usually mind this, apart from those who sit there talking loudly, especially when we are trying to sleep, but since I did the secondary glazing this has not been such a problem.   I also object to those who sit there eating and drinking (again, usually at night) and then leave their rubbish in our garden. One of these the other day had clearly had too much to drink, as I went to pick up a can in the morning and found that it was still sealed. Shame I don't drink lager...  At the same time I picked up another open can which clearly had some liquid still inside, and found when I tipped it out that it contained about 20 dead slugs!  Obviously the advice to gardeners to use beer in a can to eradiate slugs does work! 

The Extension Arises Anew

Well, 'Er Indoors has been away for the last two weeks, and I have been VERY busy.  The main visible task has been completion of the brickwork for the rebuilt extension (mostly using bricks reclaimed from the previous structure), despite the efforts of both the weather and the scaffolders.  On Saturday the replacement joiner did the new roof without cutting himself as his predecessor has done (at his own workshop, I hasten to add).  So, we are now ready (photo right) for the roofer who I hope will be able to come fairly soon to do the slate roof and the leadwork.

I have also been trying to do numerous small tasks inside (plus a few large ones) in an effort to give the appearance of making some real progress while she's been away.  I've been diverted by a number of other tasks: some of these were house-related, such as collecting the new rooflight, and going to the reclamation yard for more bricks.  However, others were total diversions, such as helping my daughter put up shelves in her new (first!) flat in London, playing with grandson, attending a hearing of the Council's

Getting to know the neighbours

After just six weeks ownership, it was fair to say that the house was starting to look like a work in progress, rather than just being damp, cold and unloved.  There had been much interest shown by everyone who passed by, and the house clearly had an air of mystery in the locality; consequently, Jane had a wonderful idea that we should invite the people we knew, and the whole of the street (of who I had met several whilst working on the front wall), into the house so that they could see for themselves what it was like.  I suppose at the back of our minds was the hope that eventually we would have a house of which we would be proud, and would feel even prouder of it if people had seen for themselves just how bad it was when we started!  Thus it was that we had about forty invitations printed and distributed, offering mulled wine and discerning conversation about old houses over a period of three hours last Sunday morning.

We had over thirty visitors altogether - we both lost count as there was always someone to talk to; at least people now know why we have not moved in.  I have to admit that it was very cold indoors; due to the scaffolding we had to use the front door but it has a rotten frame (to be done in January) and sticks on the floor, so it had to be left ajar all the time.  Fires were lit in both the groundfloor rooms - I had cut a lot of the rotten wood into decent blocks and it was all consumed.

I suspect that once I was a bit sharp on someone from up the road when we were talking about the dampness issues; he asked if we were going to fit a chemical DPC (!) and I said "absolutely not!" which came out just a bit strongly.  Mind you, he does live in a house which is older than ours so I wonder if that is what he's done?

Overall, we were confirmed in our view that people here are very friendly and we think that we are going to enjoy living in such a community.

Progress Update

We have been held up by the weather recently, as one might have expected; I think the roofers have lost seven days in the last two weeks.  This has been especially frustrating as we were so close to completing the roof.  However, it warmed up sufficiently by Thursday to enable the last coat of the chimney rendering to be done and the box gutter has slates and ridge tiles (see photo right); now all that is left to do are just a few slates, some "muck work" for the back ridge and hip tiles and then the installation of the guttering.  Then we can have the scaffolding down!

Today (Saturday) was an unusual day as there was no-one at the house but us.

Together we removed all the plaster from the two back bedroom ceilings as there were many holes due to the leaks (see photo left).  I have to repair the laths this week so Phil can do the plastering in a week's time.  Lath is quite expensive (~£20/sq metre) so I saw no reason to pull it all down and then pay to replace it.  We tried removal from beneath, trying to keep it tidy, but then I decided that it was better to go up above the ceiling and to scrape the plaster off the top of the laths and push through to fell the plaster below.  This is very messy, but also very satisfying when you push and a whole square foot falls down below. 

The end result is in the photo on the right.  No plaster, lots of laths and lots of holes!  On Monday my first job will be to tidy up the mess...

One benefit from this approach was that it is more obvious when you find a rotten lath - we have a good number that appear to be fine but are rotten inside and have no strength at all (not forgetting the many which suffer from wet rot).  We were very glad that we did not see anyone we knew, as we walked back up the road to our car doing our impressions of the dinner party in "Carry On Up The Khyber" (but with rather scruffier clothes under the dust).  Perhaps we should have waited until it was dark!