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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.
Overnight a strong southerly wind. This morning the windscreen caked in sand blown up from the Sahara. The PON duo wait while I find a hosepipe to wash down the car. Sophie, who has been impatiently shifting her weight from one leg to the other, finally let's out her village wakening '' Get a move on ! There's a croissant at the cafe " yelp.
Time to get the garden in order. Bob and Sophie alternate between watching and helping. Watching is less stressful. During the day they flatten a mallow bush and shred a peony. The mallow was excusable. Bob saw a squirrel run into it. He gave chase. His sister followed him. The mallow suffered. The squirrel looked on from the top of an oak tree.
Blue Tits have monopolised the bird feeder over the winter. Now they're joined by Bull Finches,Gold Finches and Red Starts. The Blue Tits have learnt to differentiate between a PON and a cat. The newcomers haven't. They scatter when the duo approach. Sophie, who is suffering from a frightful hair day ( it's the wind ) , finds this most satisfying.
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Are you sure it's just the wind....she really has Wild Woman Hair!
XXXOOO Bella & Roxy
You'll have seen the grass and soil hanging from the lower jaw ? The bad hair day may be a combination of mud, vegetation, wind and goo. She'd been groomed half an hour before .
One day, all girls will wear their hair like this.............
The wind? Dragged through a hedge backward more like. Must be Bob's fault.
L'enfant terrible!
Worse than Lady GAGA, frightening! (Last foto) Have a great day in Southern France - my doggies are sunbathing and catchasing - Susanne, Daisy, Kiri and Dandy-lion
I know how you feel Sophie, my hair does the same in the wind
I was going to say I haven't got grass and soil hanging from my mouth but then I tasted this salad, think grass and soil might well taste better !
Sophie clearly aiming for the scarecrow, or should I say scarefinch, look.
Seems she succeeded too.
You have to deal with that Sahara dust as well.....when it gets here it takes days and sometimes even weeks to move across the island.
Your quote today is quite poignant.
You know what..... I love Sophie's wild child hairdo.
Roll on the day ... or maybe not.
It's always Bobs fault.
We've had that salad too !
The Lady G comparison works on so many levels.
And how !
Or the ghoul look ?
Do you also love the detritus hanging from her lower jaw ?
It is startling how much I resemble Sophie today.
I shall blame it on the wind as well.
That is quite the hairdo, Sophie! I'm sure the scattering birds are a source of great entertainment!
Here in Kansas the wind blows most of the time. I'm afraid I have Sophie's look most days. Judi
I think that I have too much tact because I am always being recruited to handle "sensitive" situations.
It looks like springtime there!
Scattering birds. It's what PON's are designed for.
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