I’m very lucky in my working environment. The perfumery itself has a large patio door overlooking the front garden, which in turn overlooks the quiet lane and fields beyond. Occasionally that results in some interesting visitors and last week as I sat at the Perfumer’s Organ working on a commission for a client, up pops this chap:
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| Hello, what goes on in here then? |
I got up to get a closer look:
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| Got any perfumes for birds? |
He didn’t seem much bothered by me taking pictures, so I watched what he’d do next.
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| This pot is a perfect match for my plumage. I think I’ll just stand here and look gorgeous for a bit . . . |
It wasn’t long though before his Mrs turned up to look for him:
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| Well? Did you get me a nice perfume then? |
She soon had him concentrating on more important matters and I got this last picture through the kitchen window as they settled in under the bird feeding station to clear up the seeds dropped by the goldfinches eating above them.
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| Jolly good nosh at this perfumery. Could have called it the Pell Wall Pheasant Cafe really couldn’t they? |