I now have a pheasant who comes into the garden, beautiful. Jake my pet big crow/Raven returned the other week. Hadn't seen him in ages, fucking lockdown. Anyway, was glad to see him. I put out two of those bird fat balls, no sniggering at the back, compose yourselves. It's unbecoming. And he takes away one at a time in quick succession. I have two chickens and to be honest, they aren't too keen on our Jake, so when they are about, it pays to be on your toes. I have hopes of him getting more comfortable with me, to let me be his pal. To be honest, progress is less than warp speed at the time of writing,, but I am a stubborn fucker and will keep at it. So, that concludes this week's episode of Magic in the Garden. Tune in next week, when I will be discussing that old chestnut, an old Chestnut. Peace and Dove