Me: Are the puppies alright? They’ve been staring out of the window for ages.
Nell: They can’t believe the garden next door has gone. None of us can,
Me: Kev and I are very sad, too, but it was the farmer’s decision. It’s his garden.
Nell: All the bushes and plants have gone. The birds loved them.
Me: Yes, they did.
Nell: We could always hear birdsong. Now there’s nothing.
Me: It’s very sad.
Nell: And the bees would spend hours gathering nectar from the flowers.
Me: I know.
Nell: I think this is a sign that’s it’s time for us to move on.
Me: Kev and I said the same thing when we saw what had happened.
Nell: Everything is changing.
Me: It certainly is.
Nell: I don’t know exactly how we do it, but I’ve told any birds who have lost their homes than they can come with us.
Me: We only have a tiny little garden and no trees.
Nell: There are lots of trees all around the village with plenty of room for everyone.
Me: The village doesn’t belong to us, Nell.
Nell: Yes, it does. From the end of this month we will be villagers.
Me: True. You didn’t include the Beefies in that offer, did you?
Nell: Of course not. They do as they please, anyway. You can’t tie a Beefy down.
Me: I wouldn’t want to.
Nell: Walter Pigeon and family are definitely making the move.
Me: Good. Dave would miss playing Cowardy Custard. Why is it called that, I wonder?
Nell: Probably because custard gets the wobbles when it’s cold.
Me: That makes sense.
Nell: Moving on, we need to be more careful with the removals. Someone packed Gladys in the winter clothes box. The llamas were distraught.
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.
