uncensored extracts from Greg Becker's allotment diary
Translation:
snow on bags
blue shadow of snowy morning
some days nothing happens other than a succession of birds appearing as if waiting in the wings
queueing for their cue
I saw various unidentified flocks of birds fluttering on and off stage
but the robins stole the show
on cold days robins will spontaneously appear where ever there is a human gardener
and find a perch free of snow
nothing escapes their attention
as there was nobody about I took a quick pee into the compost - relieved not to have to hide in a corner
away from other gardeners or passing golfers
but within seconds of me walking away a robin was investigating the area of melted snow left behind
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