Meanwhile , I've taken to sitting, crumpled in the potting shed staring out into the sodden gray yonder. And lo and behold found there the birdhouse gourds that I grew last year. They are completely dry now, so I've started cutting little circular doorways in them. Very easy with an exacto blade, rather like cork. Rattling them I imagined a couple of seeds inside but have found over a hundred in each fruit. In other words, I've got more than enough and if anyone wants some just let me know. Otherwise I suggest contacting Chris Bauer, the UK branch of Kokopelli Seeds for a good selection of gourd shapes.
Four to suit tits and two for robins or tree sparrows.
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I'm haunted by the bushy eyebrowed man and no longer make tea with reboiled water. Otherwise I feel like I've somehow let him down. Oh well... I'm enjoying my properly made tea thanks to the 6 step program.
Me too, haunted. After his right eye twitched in the first few minutes I had to watch the whole thing to see if it would happen again.
I know what you mean. And it never happened again. That's even spookier isn't it?
B, you have resurfaced!
Yes he was mesmeric. I'm just glad they gave mother a chance to add her 2 cents worth. She clearly hadn't been able to teach her daughter to make a cup of tea but she seemed to know a thing or two about polishing.
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