flying the flag

There’s a birch tree in our garden that’s well past its sell-by date.  It’s too close to the house and Anniemay is allergic to its pollen.  Seriously allergic.  We don’t want to chop it down - it’s handy for hanging bird feeders on - so we remove most of the branches, then ring-bark it to halt its growth.

It’s just crying out for something colourful to complement the rather mundane bird stuff.  Dan wants somewhere to hang his Tibetan prayer flags.  Sorted.