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Whispering Dragonflies

Whispering Dragonflies
A story book by Kate Mallinder

Comfort Doll Project


Sunday, 6 April 2014

Cupcake the Bluetit, the bublebee and me!

Cupcake and Muffin, our pair of young bluetits, began building their nest in our camera nestbox several weeks ago. The nest was about completed and Cupcake has been sleeping in there for the last  week. She had lined her beautiful nest with fresh moss, soft wool, and downy feathers, so that it looked wonderfully cosy and comfortable.
Muffin sings to Cupcake as she settles down for the night after a hard days nest building before he flys to a nearby hole in the wall for his well earned sleep.

Early in the morning, as the sun peeps out through the dawn mist, and the birds begin their chirruping chorus, Muffin sings in the blossoming pear tree to his sweetheart. His peep peep peep is music to our ears as he sings his little heart out for Cupcake to hear upon awakening.

All was going so well until an enormous furry bumble bee found her way into the nest. She happily buzzed around all day, making herself at home and beginning to build her own nest within a nest. Cupcake and Muffin were visibly distressed. Muffin sang from the very topmost branches of the pear tree, barely gripping on to the blossom, as it gently swayed in the spring breeze. He sang bright and loud and clear to call Cupcake back to the nest to alert her to the danger within.

It was like watching a television drama unfolding before our very eyes! Cupcake was very upset, and continually visited the box, to peer in and listen for the gentle buzz of the bee. But she dared not enter . All day she fluttered and flustered, not sure what to do. Muffin supported her, singing and shouting at the box in the vain hope the bee would leave. It was to no avail.

After many hours the pair looked beaten. I felt emotionally exhausted after routeing for the pair all day, willing the bee to leave. It was then I had an idea.......

I grabbed the broom and fought my way into the leafy green foliage. Ignoring spiders and prickly thorns scratching at my skin, I leant perilously on tiptoe and banged the broom determinedly against the box hoping to scare the bee from within. I didn't want to cause harm to our intrusive friend, but wanted her to vacate the box. After quite a long time this clearly wasn't working and I was scratched to pieces. I could hear Cupcake and Muffin peeping across the garden watching the proceedings from the top of the stone wall.

I lugged the big heavy ladder (that reaches the top of the house!) across our cobbled garden (no mean feat!) and carefully propped it up against the wall. Armed with an old bent coat-hanger and my pink rubber gloves, I carefully dipped it in through the hole at the front. After several angry buzzing moments, a very cross bee finally emerged from the box! Hooray! What a relief. Unfortunately the nest was quite disturbed but at least the bee had gone!

Within minutes of my leaving the garden Cupcake was cautiously peering into the box again. She was listening for the buzz of the bee and checking all around the box, tapping with her beak to ensure it was still safe. This has continued for a few hours and both birds have entered the nest, very cautiously. Cupcake has been removing some of the material so we can only hope that she will find enough courage to return to re-building her beautiful nest. She still remains cautious and has been seen investigating our other empty nest box. Usually by this time of the evening she is tucked up warm and safe, being serenaded by Muffin. But alas, tonight, the box remains empty........

Wednesday, 27 February 2013


I have spent well over an hour trying to get the link to my book on to attach properly. Also I wanted to have the picture of the book in the middle of the page but seem unable to work out how to do it! So it has ended up with the picture to the left and the link elsewhere! Never mind. It will have to do!

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

I made this for my lovely friend Siou for Christmas today. It's very sparkly and gorgeous! I almost can't bear to part with it. I will need to find lots more little bits and bobs so that I can make more of these as I have seriously depleted my stocks. I had to raid my own jewellrey to finish it!! I hope she loves it as much as I do. xx

Friday, 26 October 2012


I made this little picture yesterday as I am going to an arts and crafts evening at a friends house next week. Everyone has been asked to take along anything they have created and would like to sell. All the lovely ladies are mums who make creative things in their spare time so it should be a really fun and lovely evening. I am taking some crocheted items too.

Friday, 5 October 2012

Our pizza hut

This picture was taken in the dark last Saturday evening when we fired up the clay oven and cooked delicious pizzas and bread. It was a cool Autumnal evening but was so cosy and warm in the "hut" we stayed there for several hours, drinking a little tipple and chatting away. My children adore the pizzas that we make and enjoy creating their own to cook. We were given two lovely rustic candle holders which reflect the shape of the door on the shed and these lit the hut with a soft golden light.

The garden has suddenly become quite overgrown due to all the rain.
These are doves that we have placed on the corner of the roof.

Phil put the blackbirds up on the top of the roof. I wasn't sure I liked all the cement underneath them but now see them as sitting on nests!

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Alphabet Letters

I made these from a pattern I bought on Etsy. It was quite tricky at first but I improved as I went on.
I am planning on making lots of words or names.

Friday, 14 September 2012

Gorgeous skirt

I spent all day making this gorgeous little skirt for myself. I had to unpick the zip three times but it is finally finished and I learnt a lot about how to use the sewing machine etc. Also I learnt from my mistakes so hopefully the next one will be easier. But it is lined and has a zip and is very wearable so I am pleased as it was my first attempt.