The not-so-wild life in the garden

As well as the wildlife, the garden is inhabited by myself, my husband, Chris, and our two cats: Willow and Coburn. I’m the keen gardener, having been brought up by gardening parents, and having had my own bit of garden since I was about six years old. Chris refuses to admit he “gardens”, so I describe his work as “tidying”, which is something he’s very good at.

We moved here in 1999, and spent ages looking for the right property, as I was insistent that I wanted a big garden – it took a bit of time to educate Chris as to what “big” meant. Since then, we’ve done huge amounts to the garden, and Chris has been absolutely brilliant at working with me to realise my vision – and has somehow managed to keep smiling!

Chris holding up the trellis panel he'd just painted, which is going to hide the very large water butt just inside the back gate.

Chris holding up the trellis panel he’d just painted, which is going to hide the very large water butt just inside the back gate.

Pushing Grandson James round the garden in the wheelbarrow is another duty he enjoys.

Chris pushing Grandson James. aged 3, in the wheelbarrow

Chris pushing Grandson James. aged 3, in the wheelbarrow

The two cats both came from a local cat sanctuary, the Margaret Green Animal Rescue centre – Willow in 2001 and Coburn in 2002. Willow is a dark tortoiseshell (Calico, for our American readers), and a very sweet-natured cat, though ocassionally behaving like the “naughty torty”  this colour cat is sometimes called, as you can see from the photo.

Willow helping (?) me with my craft work

Willow helping (?) me with my craft work

She is the more intelligent of the two by far, and a considerably more refined cat, who finds the uncouth behaviour of her companion a bit much sometimes. She hates being picked up, but is usually to be found not too far away, and has lately taken to sitting by the computer draping her tail across the keyboard.  We weren’t sure how she and Coburn would take to each other, but Coburn was looking for a friend, and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He had been one of a colony of feral cats on a farm, and was used to having lots of relations round him, so Willow wasn’t a threat: she was a replacement family. He tries to curl up with her, and can’t understand why she doesn’t want his considerable weight pinning her down! It has to be said he isn’t very intelligent, but he is very cuddly.

Coburn, sprawled on his side, enjoying the sunshine

Coburn enjoying the sunshine

These photos below, from when he was young, still make me smile: he zoomed up some trellis outside the back door because his Aunty Willow had done it, then he realised he had to get down again….

Coburn up the trellis

Coburn up the trellis

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