Meet Ollie and George
19th April 2010
"I'm going through fat balls like there's no tomorrow" complained Phil as we were driving in Manchester on Saturday night. Both being grey and middle aged, we were discussing his new bird feeder that had been hijacked by the squirrels. Apparently, they merrily shimmied up the pole, balanced on the birds' perch and helped themselves to the birds' food on a daily basis. "I wouldn't mind if they were hungry, but they're just squirrelling it away. Enough is enough."
I sympathised, since installing a bird feeder in my garden, I've had a whole array of new feathered friends visiting number 29, however, some of them have taken it a step further and have moved in, bed and breakfast bird style. I'm sure I have at least one nesting in the guttering or under the roof tiles. Give them an inch...
Anyway, the reason I was with PJ was because we were filming with Ollie and Georgie Battye on Sunday. Ollie's recovering from bone cancer and Georgie's running the London marathon for Ollie and Clic Sargent. We had a brilliant day with them.
I sympathised, since installing a bird feeder in my garden, I've had a whole array of new feathered friends visiting number 29, however, some of them have taken it a step further and have moved in, bed and breakfast bird style. I'm sure I have at least one nesting in the guttering or under the roof tiles. Give them an inch...
Anyway, the reason I was with PJ was because we were filming with Ollie and Georgie Battye on Sunday. Ollie's recovering from bone cancer and Georgie's running the London marathon for Ollie and Clic Sargent. We had a brilliant day with them.