Row, Row...

I keep checking this rowing boat out. It’s right at my paddling spot. I wish we could go out in it. I would have to wear my life jacket, of course. But mum says no because it’s someone else’s boat. Why can’t we borrow it, I wonder? I could ask nicely...

We have a pair of very screechy birds nesting just above our veranda. Mum looked it up in a dictionary and they are called fieldfares. They have been known to attack our neighbour, so we are a bit careful and mum doesn’t let me play on my own near where they are. Stupid birds. Oh well, they will hopefully go away once their babies have flown the nest.