Friday, 29th December

A wee grey wagtail flits into the kitchen vestibule, fluttering frantically about. No clue how to make its way out. Thankfully, I've got Katarina, who comes to catch and release it back into the wild. Hoping it's none the worse for wear.

We've got loads of birdhouses in the yard—need at least 38 to keep the mosquitoes at bay. We're not quite that well-endowed, but we're fairly free from those pesky mosquitoes that relish sinking their teeth into us. We've got one house in the woods, but oddly enough, the birds don't fancy residing there.