Tuesday, May 28, 2019
The PONs and Angus are up early. Angus talks to Japanese men in dark suits. Bob and Sophie doze under the desk. Bob snores gently. The men in Tokyo think a cold wind may blow out of Pyongyang before the year is out. Bob takes this as a cue to snore more loudly.
At this time of the morning the air is crisp and clear. Bob clambers onto his stump seat. Sophie glares at the audacious wrens fluttering in and out of the wisteria above the front door. The wrens seem oblivious to the glares they are receiving.
In the field by the crossroads three new calves. One mother is awake keeping a watchful eye on them. The two other mothers are asleep on their sides recovering from their eventful night. A reassuring daily ritual which signals all is well with the world. Sophie finds a small dead mole which serves as a pre-breakfast amuse bouche.
On the ceanothus by the bird feeder hundreds, possibly thousands of small bees already busily working away. The sound of their early morning activity carries for all of three meters before it's dissolved in silence.
Tweet of the day. Fred the dog and stubborn positivity :