The Golden Oriole And Other Delights

As I was weeding and checking the potaoes I heard a sound.  That beautiful watery whistle of the golden oriole  They are called 'fig parrots' here, due to there love of figs. They will have to wait a while for the fruit but it is  lovely to know that they are around.  I heard at least two.  Also, the bee eaters are about.  R called out from his swale digging as he caught a glimpse of their beautiful colours.  They too make a lovely sound as they fly overhead.
The flowers are really getting into full steam ahead mode.  The fields are frothing with blooms. yellow, white, purple, blue, red.  And the air is scented with their perfume.  God, it's lovely.
We have made bag stand to fill the earth bags.  Now we are planning on doing a small wall to practise the techniques so when we do the building we get it right first time.
We were visited by a yound dog and both of us went quite soppy over it.  If he comes back we will de-tick him and worm him and hopefully, keep him.