I'm bored so I thought I'd

wander over here, to the blog equivalent of the junk room, and post something.

OK. Monster trucks are still very much the order of the day and I think we might have found Boss' calling as a sports commentator - you know, with the nonestopnonestononestop talking we might just have found the answer to Murray Walker.

In lieu of his obsession for the trucks we have adapted our learning style to accommodate this ardent lust. He has been sounding out words and writing things like... hot... wheels... monster... mutt.... big... fut.... maximum .... blue... thunder. You know, the basics. It's like pennies have dropped and the cogs have new springs in their motions - at last he sees some value to this reading and writing gig - you get to write about trucks, dude.

Hmmm... been making bird food garlands for the shortest day. To eat. Not to wear. Obviously. But then, that's their choice. If they choose to wear them who am I to disagree? Popcorn and cranberries.

We have been doing lots of sewing

We've also been doing some seasonal crafting, like making pomanders (no, not commanders, thankyouverymuch spell checker) and little spice bags to make the house smell nice.

Then with some salt doh we made some candle holders, which we painted in time for the shortest day.

Been bird watching. So far we have noticed goldfinches, blue tits, great tits, dunnocks (not the teacakes, unfortunately), robin, and boring old sparrows, blackbirds and starlings.

Oh and a kestrel, who is helping out on our rat problem by decimating the rat population, and very kindly leaving the carcasses for us to dispose once it has eaten the nice juicy innards. We learned how to tell whether you have a bird of prey or a mammalian predator, because the mammals eat everything, whilst the birds only eat the innards and leave the outer shell, feet, tails and head. So there you go. If you find a pile of feathers and no body the predator is either a cat or a fox, whilst the remains of a mutilated body means it is a raptor. Or the Yorkshire Ripper. You'll be pleased to learn I didn't take any photographs of mutilated rats. Next time, I promise.

And just some fun of the fair thrown in for good measure

Aaaaaaannnnd I'm still bored.