Sunday, May 21, 2017


Through the night the owls that nest in the plane trees have been chatting to one another. Their conversation starts with the pair nesting by the village green and is then passed, baton like, for a mile or so along the lane to the pair at the crossroads. No wonder an owl gathering is known as a parliament. Thankfully, the PONs, being farm dogs are quite untroubled by garrulous owls. Sometimes two or three owls come and sit on the window ledges at The Rickety Old Farmhouse and enjoy a leisurely midnight chat. On nights like that the human occupants of The Rickety Old Farmhouse decide that an apartment on Time Square might be quieter. 

We head off  for the papers. I point out to Bob that he has yogurt on his beard. He seems unconcerned.

On our return a sudden summer storm blows down from the mountains. The aerodynamic gyrations of the PONs fur a sure indication of which direction the wind is blowing. Bobs right ear flaps in the gale.

The overnight rain has caused the weeds on the drive to shoot up. This afternoon, if its dry, I'll burn them out.

More arrivals at the chateau. A huge Mercedes and two merely large Mercedes. The family fellow stands on his stump seat and monitors the comings and goings. 

Sophie's lustrous nose continues to amaze.

'The lightning strikes on every side'. You don't need to be a Presbyterian or religious to know that the Easley choir in South Carolina posted a song for our times when they uploaded this unknown and rather jauntily beautiful piece of modern American music:


A thank you to a reader in Chicago who sent another version of the song. All Scottish hymns either relate to wolves devouring sheep or boats in gales. This falls into the latter category. This choir rehearsal a reminder that there is a very special place in heaven reserved for those high school teachers who do the impossible and coax music from a 'teenage' choir :


  1. Angus - It's not completely unknown. My daughters choir sings it and its very popular. Clapping an stomping help. Look here. . Trish and Toby in Chicago.

  2. Being a friendly girl, I'm surprised that Sophie doesn't join in with the owl's midnight conversations. Good for Bob keeping a close eye on things from his stump - the village will sleep easier.

  3. Bob and Sophie in the third photo remind me of looking in a carnival fun house mirror, with their faces reshaped by the wind. Bob is the very picture of vigilance on his stump seat.

  4. I have a couple of owls in my semi-urban neighborhood. They like to talk somewhere after midnight.
    Did Bob have a hair trim? It's nice to see his big brown eyes.

    1. Well spotted. Both PONs have had a trim to enable them to see. A PON that can see is a PON that can be taken to the cafe without being 'surprised'.

  5. Always wondered why they were called a parliament as I thought owls are solitary animals. Interesting that they congregate. Love Bob's windblown look.

  6. Clearly Bob is supervising the arrivals into the Village. Perhaps they should invite him to one of their functions.

  7. I'm always amazed at how handsome Bob is. His fur markings are so beautiful.

  8. Oh goodness....the one snap of Bob and Sophie in the wind gave me the giggles...