Ripping open the lid to the tub of fat balls, I placed them into the metal casing.
It was lockdown number one, in March 2020, and my garden had quickly become a place of retreat.
With my daughter Rebecca, 23, studying from home, the grass and wildlife would be a nice break from her screen, too.
‘Look at the squirrels, Dad,’ Rebeccas hushed, pointing to the fluffy grey family that had joined forces to steal bird seed.
Grabbing a basic camcorder, I started to film the bunch, seeing what they would get up to day by day.
In just a week, we had over three hours of footage!
And with my job as an actor put on hold due to Covid, it was nice to be behind the camera.
Waking…
