Half term. No school bus this morning. No village children standing by the war memorial to greet the family diva. Our early morning tour of the village undertaken without sight nor sound of another soul. The tikes are presumably sound asleep. We live in the Marie Celeste of villages.
An early rising moorhen is surprised by Sophie's appearance by the village pond. It squawks with alarm and heads off into the reed beds at high speed with wings flapping. Moorhens can move at quite some speed when they want to. They also waggle their tail feathers when alarmed. Sophie would give chase but experience when a puppy has taught her that the village pond is wet and Sophie tries to steer clear of anything 'wet'.
Down by the river dog and master watch the sun rise. And what a glorious sunrise it is. Geese and a solitary swan are glared at.
Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse Sophie is towelled dry and heads into the kitchen to determine what 'The Font' plans to cook for lunch.
Life is wonderful.
6 comments:
Life is wonderful indeed. Especially if you're a PON heading for the ROF kitchen.
Inca entirely agrees with Bertie!
Having enlarged the first photo I had a very clear picture of the moorhen skimming across the pool.
Hari OM
Oh that haloed pooch... what a frameable image that is!!! Yeah, life's good for PONs in ROFs in petite French villages... YAM xx
I agree with Gail. How wonderful to anticipate someone cooking lunch (or dinner)....
Such a wise girl not entering the domain of the fish and geese.
Sophie knows where to draw the line and when a good glare is just the thing, glaring being an art she has perfected.
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