Three droplets

                           The gardener arrived early to his work one sunny morning bearing runner beans for a favourite customer and quite unaware that within moments he would be called upon to save a life.  Rascally squirrels had managed to remove the top of a tall, enclosed peanut feeder - designed to keep them out- tipped out most of the nuts and made off with their bounty.  On arriving for his early morning peanuts, the jay, finding only a few nuts left, stuck his head into the plastic tube, wriggled and squirmed his way to the bottom and very soon found himself stuck fast, upside down and swinging helplessly in the rapidly rising heat of the day.      The ingenuity of the gardener is often called upon and this was all in a day's work but more than a little daunting. All there was to pull on were the tips of one or two tail feathers, the bird's claws were wedged forward under its throat and it was very annoyed.  A gentle tug elicited an alarmed squawk but

Chun Quoit,  West Penwith                It has been a while since I last wrote a blog.  Social media, with its immediacy and easy accessibility, seduced me away from my happy place at the keyboard, away to the world of memes and clickbait. I made some friends and lost some too...they say 93% of communication is nonverbal; 7% being verbal, 38% vocal and 55% visual...this leaves far too much margin for error in my humble opinion.  Of course I'm still addicted to the thing and spend far too much time reading stuff in which I have no particular interest or which makes me bristle with annoyance and naturally I hope that sometimes folk find my posts amusing or informative.  I'm opinionated to the point of bigotry sometimes and find myself hopping with frustration at other people's perfectly appropriate differences...over a cup of tea or a little smackerel of something..much would be be intuited  by our body language and tone of voice....and I'd have to let them ge