Yesterday was the summer solstice, one of our favourite days of the year. Whilst most of the northern hemisphere will have marked the day with celebration, here at Le Château it’s war, and the avian army have placed a bounty on Louis Catorze’s head.
Now, you’d imagine that, if your cat didn’t like the local wildlife and vice versa, it wouldn’t really have much impact on your day-to-day life. However, here, when one party annoys the other, it results in a huge, cacophonous din in the early hours of the morning, after which it’s difficult to get back to sleep. And, yes, when we wake up to infernal avian screeching, we know it’s because of Catorze. I’ve actually got out of bed to look, and seen it with my own eyes.
So we have the option of stiflingly hot nights with windows shut and less noise, or a slight breeze with windows open and parakeets, magpies or whoever else making the most ungodly racket as soon as it’s light. Neither one is particularly pleasant.
Here are the starlings, eyeing up their target on the morning of the solstice:
The magpies will be here later, for the afternoon shift, and the parakeets will take over in the evening. Whatever the time of day, some sort of feathered sentinel will be watching.
Oh dear.
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