Monday, May 4, 2015
Bob rushes into the office to find me. He's wearing his ' you've got to come with me now ! ' face. To be doubly sure I understand he paws my right foot, twice. Outside on the courtyard gravel one of the fat young owls. A strangely beautiful yet ungainly thing. Eyes as big as its face. It must have fallen out of the tree during the night and barely moves when it's picked up. Usually a sign that it's days are numbered. We, dog and master, carefully put it in the long grass under the hole in the tree where the noisy owl family are nesting.
By mid-morning it's gone. Foxes ? Improbable during the day. We're hoping it rested, gathered its strength and managed to flutter back to safety. Could the mother have had the strength to pick it up and carry it in her talons ?
A hot humid day. Rather like South Carolina. The linen curtains at the front door are brought out of storage and put up. This allows the PON's to rush in and out but keeps the flies and heat out.
A day for doing very little apart from barking at pilgrims ( the good weather has brought them out in droves ) , chasing butterflies ( inexpertly ) and generally staying in the shade to keep cool. Chicken curry for dinner and then bed at ten. A pretty good day for two young, healthy dogs. Their happiness is infectious.