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POETRY CORNER even with plenty of food and a good coat the nights are long and cold. Birds will
seek shelter from the worst of cold winds in bushes, trees and around buildings.
Long-tailed tits move around in groups over winter and spend their nights
The Potting Shed together to keep warm, constantly shifting so that no one bird is left in the coldest
position on the outside of the group. Wrens although much more territorial can
put aside these instincts overnight to group together to enjoy some communal
I bought myself a wormery. It cost me twenty quid. warmth; up to twenty wrens have been spotted in the morning emerging from a
I saw it at an auction. Mine was the highest bid. single nest box.
I read all the instructions, word for word, as best I could.
Now I make prime compost, as a keeper of a wormery should. Contact Us
I feed them with the leftovers, from breakfast, dinner and tea,
But with a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get If you would like to know more about the work of the Wildlife Group or to be
me, included on our mailing list, please contact:
Tony Bates at tonybates19@gmail.com / 01929 471563 or
I like to stay organic, and I give them greens galore.
Being green is something, which a man cannot ignore. Mike Gee at mike.n.g@outlook.com / 0775 988 4942.
If my worms had hands they’d rub them, at the time of day,
I gather up my gubbins and to them, I wend my way.
I feed them with the leftovers, from breakfast, dinner and tea,
But with a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get
me,

If I’m driving down a road, and I spy a recent kill,
I scoop it up and mix it in with all my kitchen swill.
Some flattened, furred or feathered friend, and once I found an owl.
I stir them up with my garden spade, but sometimes I use my trowel.
I feed them with the leftovers, from breakfast, dinner and tea,
But with a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get
me,

If someone asks me how I do it, I adopt a lowered tone.
My little ways are not little ways, I would like to be too widely known.
I ask them into my potting shed, and then I close the door.
I bonk them on the head, and then I drop them to the floor.
I feed them with the leftovers, from breakfast, dinner and tea,
But with a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get
me,

Paul J Openshaw

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