Our scattering of old sunflower seeds has all been eaten or washed away now and, as Andrew 1679 put it,”I’m always leaving apples to go a bit soft”, so he brought along some for the birds. But this
was no ordinary apple, oh no, it was a guerrilla gardeners’ sunflower-seed-encrusted apple, proudly pierced through with the young twig of a local ash and trussed on white cotton string from the low branch of an organically grown rowan (as a TV chef might say). Step back and enjoy the birds as they flock to the garden for dinner time.