April 2008 - Village Voices
April 2008 - Village Voices
April 2008 - Village Voices
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Your letters – Lots of letters this month!<br />
Dear Editor,<br />
I would like to ask, “Have you<br />
seen this bird?”<br />
Roy with the tame jackdaw<br />
On Thursday 6th March my<br />
husband, Roy, came in from the garden<br />
and excitedly beckoned me to follow<br />
him outside for a minute! ‘Listen,’ he<br />
said. I could hear what sounded like<br />
someone whistling. ‘Come and see my<br />
bird.’ With a little encouragement this<br />
black bird fluttered up and perched on<br />
Roy’s shoulder. He told me it was a<br />
jackdaw and whilst he was busy<br />
gardening it followed him around, going<br />
in and out of the garden shed and sitting<br />
on the low fence of the vegetable plot<br />
watching and whistling.<br />
The next afternoon it returned<br />
so I quickly got my camera and as soon<br />
as Roy went outside it flew on to his<br />
shoulder. I took the photograph and I<br />
suppose the camera attracted the jackdaw<br />
and it fluttered towards me. I wasn’t<br />
very happy having this flapping bird on<br />
my shoulder, but Roy took the camera<br />
intending to take another shot. In a trice<br />
the bird took a great peck at my ear. It<br />
had grabbed my gold earring and then<br />
flown on to the hedge.<br />
We saw the gold glinting in the<br />
sunlight. It then had the cheek to fly<br />
down on to the lawn and strut about just<br />
out of reach as if to taunt, ‘Ha, ha you<br />
can’t catch me!’ Then it flew off and we<br />
haven’t seen it since.<br />
Have you seen this tame, whistling<br />
jewellery thief?<br />
Marian Collins. Parsons Hill<br />
Dear Editor,<br />
Daisy Middleditch was our kind and<br />
friendly neighbour for ten years. Like so<br />
many people, we were shocked that Daisy<br />
died so suddenly. When Ann phoned that<br />
Tuesday afternoon, being next door, I was<br />
soon there. Apart from the oxygen mask<br />
Daisy looked so peaceful as if nothing<br />
was wrong.<br />
Daisy never thought of herself,<br />
but only of others. Sometimes our<br />
communication was a wave through the<br />
window as she was always out and about<br />
caring for others. But we knew she was<br />
there if we needed her. For instance,<br />
three years ago when I had an angina<br />
attack Daisy was there for me. She<br />
ensured I had a soluble aspirin which no<br />
doubt saved me from further trouble.<br />
Poppy, her cat, knew when she<br />
was coming home and amazingly<br />
appeared from nowhere, to greet her as<br />
she came up the path. Even now when I<br />
see Daisy’s car I can’t help thinking:<br />
‘Daisy’s home!’ Undoubtedly she was a<br />
true friend and neighbour who will be<br />
missed by all who knew her.<br />
John and Angie Mills. Moorlands<br />
<strong>April</strong> <strong>2008</strong> page 20 www.villagevoices.org.uk