For the last few days I haven't ventured out into the garden because if I do, I want to get stuck into clearing up and pruning and as we are still getting frosty nights and biting winds, it's still a bit too early. All I can do is gaze longingly out of the window and wish and wait.
A few days ago while I was stood at the kitchen window watching Squidge I noticed that there wasn't that much water left in the bird bath so I made a mental note to fill it up when he had gone home. Anyway, I forgot and when I looked out yesterday before going to the surgery, I remembered that I was going to refill it but noticed that it was frozen so thought I would do it when I got back, but again, I forgot.
This morning when I returned from doing some shopping I noticed that the bird bath looked almost empty. I was a bit surprised because hardly any birds have been in the garden since the beginning of December to use the bath or drink from it and I was fairly confident that Squidge couldn't have drunk that much. As the garden is completely enclosed I knew that no larger animals could get in so I went out and filled it up.
About two hours later I noticed that although I had filled it up almost to the top, there was very little water left in it again so I went outside to investigate. Squidge hadn't been around since early this morning so I knew it wasn't him. I hadn't noticed anyone's cat in the garden either but when I got outside the mystery was solved. There was a large wet patch underneath the stand and on closer examination I saw a very fine crack in the middle of the bath itself.
The frost must have caused this so now I will have to go and buy a new one (or make one) and until I have replaced it, Squidge will have to drink from the water-lily tub which he often uses anyway.
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