After yesterdays heavy rain a perfect Sunday morning. Low humidity and bright sunshine. The PONs are keen to get out and about and make up for a day spent largely indoors. A few weeks ago we were up and out before six. Now we wait until six thirty and the first promise of light in the sky.
Sophie is in a feisty 'let's chase wild boar' mood. She is kept on her harness.
The donkeys continue to close crop the fallow field by the crossroads. Bob watches them with the confidence of a PON boy who has the situation under control.
There's a full moon this morning. By the time we pass the donkey field it's losing the battle with the morning sun.
Here in the village all is peace. At night the blue and green Christmas lights on the railings above the town hall twinkle away. The Old Farmers star provides guidance to flights arriving into Toulouse from the West. The swaying Jesus in the churchyard has settled into a sustainable 6 degree slant. Best of all the horrid eight year old boy who finds it amusing to annoy the PONs by ringing the bell at the front gate is still staying with his grand parents in Saint-Etienne. Sophie is coming to terms with the fact that the house guests spend much of their day in the pool ( what sort of animal does that ? ). Bob guards and stays up late chatting with his new friends.
So passes another high summer day in deepest, deepest France profonde.
14 comments:
Well done Bob for getting the donkey situation under control.
What strange creatures these are, Sophie, fancy spending most of the day in the pool when there are Furry Foxes to be thrown and sausages to be cooked and eaten. Try inviting them to game of find the lost dou dou.
I'm sure the pool is enjoyable but what could be more enjoyable than two captivating PONs.
When the future approved school student returns, his negative behaviours will either be extinct or they will have escalated to really worrisome proportions. Under grandparents rule, there is usually no other outcome.
Don't you love a full moon in the morning!
Lucky you to get rain!
Sanglier season opened Aug. 15. I have little confidence in the aim and sobriety of hunters around here. My morning runs are now around the football field, until sanglier season passes, and the hunters go after game that requires smaller ammo, like pheasants.
Nice that Bob can enjoy the company of other young men for a few days.
But what will Bob and Sophie do when their expanded flock contracts again, and all the newbies disappear?Throw those furry foxes while you can, kids.
Love those moonlight-and-dawn pictures.
As summer wanes, days like this, are truly the best!
It's what PON boys do best.
And, to make matters worse, they don't seem to understand that they should share their food with the family princess !
Doubtless the eight year old and his older brother with the motorbike will have tunred into angels under their grandparents tutelage !
Yes, the blunderbusses have been out here.
Bob isn't sure about the back flips into the pool. He does however enjoy the late nights.
They're enjoying their additional herding duties while they can.
Cool in the morning. Wonderful !
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