The sun beats down. The 67 inhabitants of the little village stay indoors. For much of the day nothing stirs. That peculiar Marie Celeste silence that you only find in French villages.
On the horizon, over the wheat field, a small solitary cloud. Bob and his master wonder what meteorological miracle allowed it to develop in an ocean of cloudlesness.
Sophie has no time for such idle fripperies. She's off to glare at the Coots in the pond. She is having one of her '' I can't do a thing with it '' hair days.
On our way back from our morning constitutional we meet the mayor who is up early watering the newly planted roses by the church. He has high hopes that we will do well in the Village Fleuri judging next month.
I ask about the strange contraption on the tree by the ox track. It's a bat protector. Seems we have a rare type of bat that nests in tree boles. He's made this weird and wonderful concoction to protect them from the village cats.
He also informs me that not only do we have Coots in the pond but also 3 newly hatched Moorhens ( Poulet d'eau ). By the Pike pond on the other side of the village he's seen a heron nest. If that's not news enough no less than six calves were born overnight and are asleep in the field by the crossroads. A record. An event that has made the mayor very happy.
So starts a new day for a French village and its inhabitants - human and otherwise. All in their own ways cared for.
11 comments:
Hari OM
Something idyllic about a mayor tending his flock of 67 plus fauna. Meanwhile the morning sun on Bishops Seat is struggling to stay alight. YAM xx
So a population explosion of sorts in the the village. Sophie will have much to keep her occupied.
I thoroughly approve of your mayor and his bat protecting ways. Good on him for noticing and helping.
It must be hot today then. Time to have a dip in the pool? Do the Pons swim?
Yes, yes and yes ( but in a way that uses up a lot of energy for very little progress ).
Bravo to the mayor for protecting the bats.
Did you get in on the "spectacular thunderstorm" that leads today's la Depeche? We got the tail end of something, but I had the impression it came from the east, not the west.
Oh gosh - I think we need to see photos of Pons in the Pool. Their swimming sounds a lot like mine.
Julie
The cleaning lady came in telling us to be prepared but there wasn't even a rumble of thunder or spot of rain.
Hooray for the mayor and healthy bats. They eat mosquitoes. The bats, that is, not the mayor.
You may have to come out at twilight to see activity at the Bat Haven.
Wait, does this mean that Angus is really Batman??
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