Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the First bird....."
Amazing how an old atheist like me, can break out into a hymn at the first sign of active birdlife in the garden, since we rolled out an enticing menu of heart-shaped suet and pendulous peanuts. Yes, spotted two robins this morning, pecking away at the soil. A little hors d'oeuvres before the main course, obviously. And a blue tit pecking away at the pink heart. Which, I have to say is looking a little battered and showing many signs of invisible bird-traffic.
This also puts me in mind of a favourite childhood hymn,
"Batter my heart
Three personned God,"
which always made me think of a heart deep-fried in batter.
And we weren't even a family that did offal. Not to that degree, anyway. But remind me, on the subject of offal, to tell you about the falafel I made this week. Unless you too have been referring to them as falla-fell. No? You knew how to pronounce them?
My readers are such hipsters...
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