My daughter insists that the beak is the wrong shape altogether, so I looked around and picked some thorns of wild-roses for the next ones. In the meanwhile I am happy with this little friendly-looking creature who will get a red loop to hang in the tree.
Today was a fog-covered day until mid-afternoon around here, surrounding landscape in black-and-white, very mild and dry, picked the last of the sloes that I could reach after tending to the animals, and now that the night has fallen started a fire in the stove of timber and turf. I enjoy home and I enjoy away but I do not overdo it. Last week I went on one of the longest train trips possible on this tiny island, two hours to Dublin, one hour to get to the other train station and two and a half hours to Cork. What a lovely city Cork is, what a treat to sit (read, talk) so long on a train, how lucky indeed to have friends.
Good wine makes good blood, good blood causeth good humours, good humours cause good thoughts, good thoughts bring forth good works, good works carry a man to Heaven ; ergo good wine carrieth a man to Heaven. J. HOWELL, Familiar Letters
Everyone wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die (alla vill till himlen men få vill dö). TIMBUKTU