Monty and the Raspberries (Not!)

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    What a hectic time we have had in the Bear Household,  first, the peacocks ( turns out they were three cocks and one hen) caused so much fuss and mayhem, honking and screeching at all hours , taking off and landing on car roofs and dive bombing  flower beds around the village that the word went out : they must be caught. And so they were one by one over a couple of days- lured to bait under a giant net ,  but they didn't go quietly ,the renegades made one heck of a din  as they contemplated their diminishing numbers till finally the sole survivor made an impassioned plea from the top of a tree for the rest to return. At last he gave in to the lure of the  bait and they were all safely relocated a few miles away, much to the relief of the village gardeners who were desperate to save their flowers and vegetables from the long-legged marauders. 
    I saw the kingfisher was back on the pond the very next day- apparently the Peacocks had made so much fuss they had scared him off but of course he only likes fish so the Gardens are safe!!

    Then we had the Blakesley Open Gardens Day to prepare for. Several of the bigger Bears were recruited to spruce up the Bear garden, mow the lawn, trim the paths, pick up litter and pull up nettles. All seemed to be  going well  till suddenly it all went quiet . I went to investigate and spotted  several pink noses and stained paws which gave the game away, they had only crawled through the box hedge into the fruit garden and were greedily guzzling all the raspberries and strawberries. Luckily the blackcurrants ,gooseberries and apples were still unripe or we should have had no tea-time jam for next winter. Naughty bears, I wouldn't have minded but by the time I got there , there were none left!!
    We have had several new arrivals and departures in the Bear Household this month, but we were all roped in to help Miranda Merrythought move out this week. Miranda had volunteered to help with the raffle for the Open Gardens and she was soon  to go to her new owners ready to seek new adventures  armed with her passport, sunglasses and of course her very own picnic basket.
Phew, thank goodness all the hardwork is over- its time for me to contemplate the backs of my eyelids behind the Sunday Newspapers-  Toodle-pip!