What do you get when you take….

... One little boy with a plaintive face,

One devoted Granny,

  And a motley collection of feathers, leather and beads?

Then after you've spent several hours contemplating, stitching, pricking your fingers and swearing .  
Oh b]c#g@!*

It's finally finished - well almost.

Result….One very happy Big Chief Oscar!

 
 I know, the buffalo horns in the first picture gave it away! And I couldn’t even use them as they’re too heavy.

Now he wants a tepee and a totem pole! 

So I gave him these….

…and told him to get on with it.

Clever little Goldcrest!

It may be tiny, but Britain's smallest bird, the Goldcrest, is no bird brain! 

In the spring of last year, whilst trimming a topiarised golden cypress and tottering on the top of my stepladder, straining to reach the last "ball",  a small bird flew out at top speed within inches of my face.  Well I nearly fell backwards with shock, as it was obvious I'd disturbed its nest, and it was a goldcrest, it had to be, it was so small. 

After recovering my composure, a quick delve into the thicket of branches revealed a tiny nest, complete with seven equally tiny eggs.  So I did the decent thing and retreated in haste and resolved to leave it undisturbed.  Several months later, the nest was empty and my conscience was salved!  The birds did not reappear this year so I've taken the nest down for my grandson's nature table.  Here it is, completely flattened now, but it was ball shaped originally.

It's made of tiny twigs, lichen, moss and weeny feathers and bound together with cobwebs.

But the reason for the goldcrest's intelligence?  Not that it had the sense not to come back to my tree, not that it can construct a beautiful nest in miniature, but the tree is called - Cuppressus macrocarpa "Goldcrest"!!