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OK, I concede that spring has reached God's Own County at last - but
only because I was visited by my first white butterfly of the year,
this morning.

A peacock zoomed by my ear this morning, and I could distinctly hear it.
I reckon it had sat on a chilli plant or something, the rate it was
going.

It was flying in such a feeble manner that it got caught
up in the sprouting hawthorn hedge (sorry Martin, in my usual
bloodthirsty way I did not rush to free it),

Good thinking...

but the gentle breeze
did, so it is now on its way to the Netherlands to lay its first crop
of eggs on your brassicas.

Didn't it know the way to France?

--
Rusty
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
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