No more garden clogs - I need running shoes in the garden. We have large evergreens across the back of the yard - full of protective Mama and Papa birds. Today, I crouched low to take the hose to the further most corner of the garden - seems the rhubarb is always missed when watering.

Scram, swoosh! Get out. Screech, screech! I nearly wet my pants - no kidding and the birds weren't kidding either! I dropped the hose and "clogged" as fast as I could out of their territory - well, my territory but a mute point at that stage. Anyway, they don't bother my man so he will do battle with them and the rhubarb tomorrow.