J. Karst Journey 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.’

             If you wish to see the ‘Gangs of New York’ in action, you no longer need to visit the cinema. All you need to do is sit in your back garden.  In a proper Gangster way, there is always the godfather, in my case it’s the sparrow hawk. Then there are the wanna-be Gantsa squirrels pushing their boundaries and an old timer crook aka. the robin redbreast.

            The situation in the Thatcham  Gansta garden city escalated because the al Capone Hawk ate one of the squirrels. The fact that ‘the squirrel lies in with the fishes’ was very well accepted by my husband who has dislike for the bushy tailed locusts. Initially he didn’t like Mr Hawk because he kept picking on his favourite garden birds but now Mr Hawk is his best friend.

            He has been pondering what to do with his hawk/squirrel situation but all his attempts at restore the garden to the bird paradise were pointless. I am sure that my husband had more chance in training the next-door cat to tap dance than to train the Hawk to catch what he considers as ‘vermin’.

             The situation escalated recently when Mr Tiddlemouse moved in and added to the faster rate of seeds disappearing. The wanna-be gansta Robin didn’t like it at all and was pecking at the little mouse. Sadly, Mr Tiddlemouse met his maker in the form of the next-door kitty. I was alerted to his demise when I heard the screams from next door when they discovered Mr Tiddlemouse carcass atop their clean bedsheets.

            Now the garden has less inhabitants, the wanna-be gansta Robin is back in bullying all the other songbirds to regain his status. The two left over squirrels are back best mates with al Capone which makes me assess that they have paid up.

            This restoration of the friendship made it hard for my husband to swallow.  His idealistic garden paradise is yet again thrown into a disarray. I am fully aware that once I see my husband training the next-door cat on ‘super combat’ by forcing it to watch Arnold Schwarzenegger movies, I might need to seek a professional help…J.Karst

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