Spring is here. 13 degrees this morning. 20 degrees forecast for this afternoon. Winter is finally gone and with it the banshee winds. Surprised by the warmth I head indoors to take off my jacket.
Sophie is loaded into the back of the dog car. Black and white C-A-T choses this moment to head out of the barn and walk slowly towards the apple orchard. Sophie is, thankfully, oblivious to its appearance.
We walk along the berms by the suspension bridge. On the other side of the river the 6:30 am goods train sounds its horn which causes the egrets to take flight and makes Sophie look up.
Down by the water we spend more time than you would think possible studying a log. The log is given a good long glare. It is finally deemed to be 'non-threatening'.
We ignore the yacht that broke free from its moorings in the winter gales and has now been retrieved by its owner from a sandbank down river. It looks worse for wear. Much worse for wear. Sophie finds a dead cormorant on the side of the river. Angus retrieves it from between her jaws. It is thrown far out into the water. Sophie makes it clear that she considers Angus to be a spoil sport. Why shouldn't a girl start her day by savouring a large dead bird ?
Croissant heaven. A 9.3/10 this morning. For Sophie the curly croissant ends compensate, somewhat, for the disappointment with the putrefying bird.
'The Font' observes that this year we have some truly unusual daffodils. Have they cross pollinated or has this years heavy rains reinvigorated some long ago planted bulbs ?
9 comments:
That log. It could have been a crocodile!
Nobby has yet to encounter either a curly croissant end or a putrefying cormorant, and is not sure which he would prefer. Unfortunately, I think I know!
Cheers, Gail.
The daffodils are beautiful , despite hubby planted some different varieties all ours have come up the same it's very strange .
Those daffodils are pretty spectacular - I've never seen any like that. The menu from Harry's Bar doesn't have much to offer the vegetarian, but I couldn't help thinking how excited my father would have been to see all the kidney and liver dishes.
A plethora of photos this morning. Daffodils do cross pollinate, but the bulbs also survive 100 years unattended, if conditions are right. Once again, it's a dog's life!
All in all, a pretty good start to the day, Sophie! Except for missing out on sampling that putrefying cormorant. Those 9.3/10 curly croissant ends deserve a Michelin star!
The daffodils are quite something!
Croissants are better than long dead bird, good if not easy choice. Great flowers however they came to be.
I would guess that by the time Sophie is put into the car, the only thing she has on her mind is croissant heaven or a dead cormorant appetizer!
Sophie's perusals are quite thorough. A most welcome spring and rather flamboyant daffodils.
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