Moss grows with abandon on the north facing slope that is Fairegarden.
Not like the moss in England that we saw at Hampton Court Castle, but still green in the wintry depths of greys and browns.
Mr. McGregor’s Daughter has been thinking about moss recently as well. The color really does grab your attention.
…An idea was sparked. We had poked and prodded and shaped some old rusty chickenwire left over from squirrel barricade duty into an impressionist style bird. The reddish brown was completely invisible in the landscape. The thought was hatched to pad the shape with moss and wrap nylon fishing line around to hold it in place.
It was worth giving a go, who knows what will happen? Already our feathered friends are enjoying having a soft landing perch while they wait their turn at the feeders. And what we have here, gentle readers, is a Free Bird.