Miserable drizzle

Like Andy Murray at Wimbledon today, I was rained off the garden. While there were only scattered moments of torrential rain, it mostly just drizzled. It was therefore an admin day.

First up I had to sketch, scan and email the new designs for the new wardrobes to the designer. He emailed back, very quickly, saying all was good and price was only 30p difference so we’d call it even.

It was then into the wild and crazy world of spreadsheets and filing. Oh, the excitement was palpable. So much so that I find myself unable to describe the heady heights of euphoria I reached through the day.

Actually, the most exciting part of the day was when I spotted this squirrel sitting at the base of the bird feeder, hungrily eyeing the seed suspended above him.

Ready to run up

The bird feeders hang from a long thin steel pole with a snail shape at the top. Squirrels tend to climb wooden and other porous objects because they can use their claws. In order to climb this pole, the squirrel had to grip it with its paws. And to avoid slipping back down, it had to do it very quickly. Which it did, in a blur of speedy grey fur.

Watching for poodles

It sat at the top of the snail, surveying the garden, wary of poodles (they were fast asleep in the bedroom, put off by the weather) and making sure the coast was definitely clear.

Then, performing a few balletically acrobatic manoeuvres, it turned upside down and grasped the bird feeder, gobbling up copious mouthfuls of seed.

The prize

It was still very aware of its surroundings, hearing a noise and jumping off, only to return a few minutes later. They are incredibly alert to anything. I guess when you’re small, grey and fluffy, escape is always going to be uppermost in your mind.

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As an add-on to yesterday’s post about the Reavells who sailed to New York…I discovered that the second couple (William and May) were actually very important people. William (who would eventually be knighted as Sir William) was an engineer of great importance and fame.

He ran a business with another chap and, together, they were very successful, patenting a new type of engine which made them lots of money.

Sir William was very big in the Institute of Mechanical Engineers. In fact he was president in 1926. He was also a founding member of the Ipswich Engineering Society. There’s a nice biog of him here. Sadly, he’s not a member of our family.

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3 Responses to Miserable drizzle

  1. mum cook says:

    What a shame he did not belong to us we might have had another SIR in the family or a LADY oh well dream on.
    love the squirrel clever little thing.
    love mum

  2. Deborah Reavell says:

    My husband is related to Claud Reavell whose grandfather lived as you say in Guilden Mordern, then Basingstoke and then Aldershot. William Reavell married twice – Claud was his grandson by his first wife and my father in law grandson of the second marriage to Lizzie (not Ciggie) Watts. Assume you are Reavells too?

  3. admin says:

    My mother was a Reavell on her father’s side. Thanks for the information.

    BTW I’ve moved your comment to my full site rather than the WordPress copy. Hope that’s okay.

    Gary

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