A gregarious bird that lets us know when something is not right in the neighbourhood. I love them! This one is a young bird, still chipping, but finding its own food now amongst the Crimson botllebrush.
The Cornish Miner’s Women by Sharon Greenaway. Having just celebrated International Women’s Day last Tuesday I thought it an appropriate time to share with you this story. In the library gardens on the Lyttleton Terrace side there is a magnificent bronze statue of a miner, mallet in hand, on theContinue reading “Cornish Miners’ Women”