Jana's Journey Through Recycling in West Berkshire

     ‘Welcome to the new edition of this  Guest Blog. I am a full-time working mum of 2 boys and a published novelist of ‘The Ninth Cross’ by my pen name J. Karst. I get involved in trying that little bit I can in saving the environment for the future generations.’

             I know it’s been a while since I wrote. It was little bit harder to remain positive and hence write something that would cheer you up. I took the route of hiding from my grief, which didn’t work. I suppose you never fully recover from losing someone but eventually learn to accept it. I am about there, just not yet completely over it.  

            This year has been hard on everyone and I am sure I am not alone. I have managed to keep up with the recycling and it did prove a little excitement especially when another little mouse got itself into someone’s crisp packet stash, so by the time they dropped their bag to me, it managed to do some recycling of its own.

            When I turned the bag upside down a snow of little crisp packet flakes came tumbling down. It was near impossible to sweep it all up but at least thankfully it wasn’t accompanied by the mouse. Though somewhere in someone’s garage is a really peeved off mouse as they lost their winter nest.

            Talking of furry beasts, the squirrels are back in large numbers. I already mentioned before that my husband loves to feed the garden birds and by doing so, he attracted all other types of wildlife. Recently we were plagued by four squirrels who empty the birdfeeders at the same rate a toddler empties a sweets packet.  

            Sometimes I think they are having competition of which of them is going to empty the birdfeeder first. Despite of their little white bellies bulging they just keep coming back for more. Recently we had a visit from a great spotted woodpecker who incidentally had to fight for his food. To top it up only last week a ring-necked parakeet turned up.

            These parakeets came from a breeding pair that escaped from their cage in the 70s in the London area. Ever since they multiplied and moved out of London so it’s no wonder that they settled in our little corner of West Berkshire. That said, though pleasing on the eye, the green squawking menace behaved like a cockerel in heat. With its loud voice the green feathered friend took dislike to the furry squirrel bullies.

            The parrot wasn’t as polite as the woodpecker and went in all guns blazing. After some squeaking and squawking the squirrels retreated with heir tales between their legs. The victorious, puffed out chest parrot took upon a perch and ate the seed in style.  

Yet again, my little garden retreat didn’t fail to surprise me.  I do wonder how this new visitor is going to take on the next-door cat nor am I sure how to announce to my husband that we going to need a bigger bird feeder…

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