Yesterdays excavations were circular. Today we've moved onto digging trenches. Three of them. Strangely regular and of uniform depth. Sophie doesn't even pretend to show remorse.
Bob is just happy.
The bath tub in the dog 'loo' is once again put to use.
Scores of Chaffinches at the bird feeder and one Robin. A particularly daring fellow; plump, red breasted, fearless . He checks us out of the gate when we head off for our morning walk and back in when we come home. The PON's ignore him and he them. A line by one of America's Great War poets comes out of a long forgotten place : "Robins will wear their feathery fire,Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaaJ8NItYp4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaaJ8NItYp4
Has Sophie found her niche in life?
ReplyDeleteDui met a sheep this morning before 6 a.m., he let everyone know.
That is one mucky pup.
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Our bird feeder/bird table is being studiously ignored. It is very frustrating!
ReplyDeleteThose pups certainly do put the mucky into mucky pups!
Has the village opened a "book" on how long before the church bells go off on chimes of their own devising?
ReplyDeleteOh Sophie! this is not how the family princess should behave - you've completely ruined your image! Looks as though Bob was equally guilty this time too - where did he get that muddy nose? However it has to be said that both of them look very, very, pleased with themselves!
So much mud ! It's hard to believe that two PONs could get themselves so muddy daily!
ReplyDeleteWell done Fabien and Clovis. Such splendid names!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite poetts and poems. I've used her poems for several choral compositions.
ReplyDeleteYou need a small flock of sheep to keep them occupied. And wouldn't that make life at the ROF interesting!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like the pups need a 'job'. Anyone need sheep herded? Or holes dug?
ReplyDeleteWe too have a robin like that: what a cheery chap!
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