First I offer you a huge pallet fire and now a helicopter crash in my own back garden! This is indeed a blog of action.
I went out to water our garden this morning (sorry southern readers, didn’t mean to make you jealous but we haven’t got a hosepipe ban….mmmm, look at my rubber tubing spouting…)
I looked across, sans glasses so everything was in a beautiful mist like when Miss Ellie used to appear on Dallas, and could see something yellow resting on my greenhouse tent. ‘Mmm’ I thought, not able to make out the form, ‘I wonder if I left a pair of secateurs there?’
Over I went and found…a black and yellow remote control helicopter in a rather bent fashion. I don’t think this is its first crash landing though due to copious amounts of duct tape already present. There is no sign of a miniature pilot – perhaps he bailed out.
I’ve put a note up in the local shop so hopefully someone will claim what has once been their pride and joy I’m sure.
This isn’t the first time I have found something foreign in our garden despite the fact we live in a cul-de-sac and have a totally enclosed back garden. In fact we are very lucky garden wise. As we are on a corner our back garden is about three times bigger than others in the area. It is enclosed by a medieval hawthorn tree boundary, private and safe for the cats.
Despite having a closed in garden I have in the past gone out to find a rottweiler sat in the middle of the lawn (he could have just walked into other peoples gardens but decided to clear a 3foot gate to visit us. He was as soft as muck, thankfully!), someone’s pet rabbit (who terrorised our cats) and a cat with a tag which said in Spanish it had full rabies protection. Most animals around here seem to think we are some sort of drop in centre.
There does seem to be a wind tunnel effect down the driveaway and things, such as autumn leaves, get blown down into our garden and collect in little piles. In the past I have found amongst the wind presents an in-date lottery ticket (not a winner) and a five pound note.
Who said gardening wasn’t rewarding?
After the terrorist attack on Palletstine, maybe this was an attempt to bring down one of the bastions of Western Civilisation i.e. your greenhouse. Or maybe it's time for my medication...
Not surprised to hear that the rabbit in your garden terrorised your cats. Every single pet bunny I've met has, at best had "issues" and at worst has been a homicidal psycho-bunny from Hell with blood-flecked saliva dripping like venom from its "nasty pointy teeth"! Ok, slight exaggeration but you get my point. Someone hand me the Holy Handgrenade of Antioch!
I have this mental picture of a Rottweiler sat in the middle of your garden with an "Um, I'm sorry but I'm stuck in your garden." expression on his face. Or maybe he was trying to give you advance notice of the helicopter plot.
Posted by: Stegbeetle | 31 July 2006 at 10:01 AM
Hi Beki,
Did you see The Observer yesterday? Big pic and article by Jonathan Cake. Oooh...I'm with you on this one. Tasty, tasty, very very tasty.
Sue x
Posted by: Alias Lucy Diamond | 31 July 2006 at 11:53 AM
Steg: I was wondering if there were ulterior motives. This morning an empty black wheelie bin liner blew into my garden...so like a body bag...
Sue: Hello and welcome and I'm off to try and find a copy of yesterday's Observer, I didn't see that!
Posted by: Beki | 31 July 2006 at 01:50 PM
Cripes, it all goes on in your garden doesn't it?
Posted by: Thursday | 31 July 2006 at 04:40 PM
We had a stray rottweiler in our back garden once too. Unfortunately he ate one of our ducks and our specimen pair of rare bread chickens.
I'd much sooner have found a helicopter.
Posted by: Cherrypie | 31 July 2006 at 08:22 PM
I was thinking about the title of this post. Yes, of course I get the film reference but given the size of the whirlybird maybe not a hawk but a medium-sized Finch might be appropriate.
Posted by: Stegbeetle | 01 August 2006 at 10:02 AM
Wow, your garden is much more exciting than mine. I only get the occasional sheet of newspaper on very windy days.
There was a rather yobbish hedgehog on Friday night, but I think he/she lives here, so that doesn't really count.
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Posted by: Richard | 01 August 2006 at 09:05 PM
i get empty sweet wrappers, crisp packets etc nothing exciting.
Posted by: Pete | 01 August 2006 at 09:23 PM
For a minute there, I thought you had a REAL helicopter in your yard. LOL
Hope the mini-pilot is ok. ;-)
Posted by: Attila the Mom | 01 August 2006 at 11:08 PM