Twenty three days after the game crop was drilled, there has been some serious progress. The field is now covered with rapidly expanding little plants, and despite the fact that I still can’t tell a turnip from a radish, it’s very exciting indeed.
It’s interesting that the local wildlife has shown such little interest in the field. Touching wood as I type, I haven’t seen any pigeons or crows on the field ever since I put Mr. Lightbody the scarecrow up. I know he’s great, but he’s not so good as to have put all the birds off altogether for three weeks. I suppose it says a great deal about the poor quality of habitat on the hill until now. It seems like the Chayne is in such a sorry state that it can’t even support much in the way of vermin, let alone gamebirds.
Bog Myrtle & Peat 