Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Summer torpor


It's heating up. 32 degrees forecast for today. We're out at six to wander down to the stream and the waterfall while it's still cool. Angus walks, the PONs run.


On our way back I try to take a picture of the Coot chicks. The Coots are very shy. By the time I've pulled out the i-Phone they're safely hidden in the thick foliage. Getting a picture of them will be my summer challenge.


This mornings croissant an unusual shape. Not that this deters the PONs who think it wonderful.

Today the baker is big on strawberries. In fact strawberries rule to the exclusion of everything else.


Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse we have breakfast outside at the recently power washed grooming table. The dining table on the terrace, where we usually eat, is out of bounds. Three families of wrens have built nests in the terrace beams. The parents are busy flying too and fro feeding their remarkably noisy chicks. As a result the human inhabitants have moved to allow these honoured guests some peace and quiet.

Sophie has found her warm weather spot under the interim breakfast table.


A golden oldie. The mantelpiece in this is strangely distracting as is the furniture: https://youtu.be/dMaaJZSTVCA?t=55

8 comments:

Taste of France said...

In what way does breakfast, on the terrace or the interim terrace, differ from the coffee and croissant in town?

WFT Nobby said...

Strawberry-based offerings from the baker would be fine by me.

Fi from Four Paws and Whiskers said...

Looks like a heavenly place to start the day - particularly after croissants and coffee and with strawberry tarts for later....

Poppy Q said...

We have never seen a coot. Good on you for getting a picture to show us.

We wish it were 32 degrees here - it is a balmy 7degrees this evening.

Coppa's girl said...

Those strawberry tarts would be very difficult to refuse ! Breakfast in the garden - idyllic - beats my rushed pan de leche and coffee, any day, yet I have time to spare too !

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Oh yes, I could handle brekky under the branches... Meanwhile back at The Hutch, lunch approaches, it grows greyer and cooler and the YAMster sighs... xx

Anonymous said...

Hw very nice of you an 'the Font' to allow the wrens peace and quiet for the upbringing of their babies.

Luzia from Basel

Emm said...

I am having a seriously Awwww moment that 'The Font' and Angus adjusted their breakfast schedule to accommodate our small feathered friends.
The mantelpiece was less odd than the camo-covered couch, or so it looked to be.