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| Apples blossoms with busy chicks. |
I must say that the
summer months feel like a complete luxury life to us all. The hens have turned
into a pack of wild birds and are taking over their world. They spend their
time out in the forest, playing in streams and jumping around on large stones
in the water. It is a joy to see them so happy and the young hens move around
together. Ten, loudly beeping birds that play games in the trees and fly like
odd looking doves.
Our dear sheep are
roaming the countryside, napping under some blossoming tree and then continuing
with their munching. They do pop over to greet me now and again, but they don't
have time to chat, much.
Our lovely dog is
doing her own sort of blossoming. Ebba has started to interact more with people
she does not know very well. She has also fallen head over heals for the
smallest dog in the village. I told you about him earlier - a mix of Chihuahua
and terrier of some sort and very small and feisty. Now that dear Ebba finally
got to meet him nose to nose she fell like a ton of bricks for the little
fellow. He on the other hand must feel like hanging out with a giant, so he
growls at our funny dog and struts around like Napoleon. Love is not easy, but
it did lead to Ebba now finding the confidence to chat with Napoleon's people
as well. She even kissed one of the owners on her nose.
The hare that's
placing out her young ones around our home is sticking to her guns. She has
clearly told the baby hares that big dogs are better and safer than foxes, so
here they are. When Ebba spends time in her outdoor pen, there are always small
ears sticking out from the grass on the other side of the fence. It's like our
dog is moving around with her own entertainment unit and we just have to keep
everyone alive and safe.
One morning when I
let the animals out for the day, dear husband returned from the morning walk
with Ebba. I joked about the whole gang gathering and at the same time one
small hare rushed over, sat down next to us, watching all its new friends. Our
dog is going to soon get a headache.
I sat outside on the
step one day, finishing a sowing project. It was a sunny, warm afternoon and
Ebba was outside too. As I had my hands full, Trisha the hen saw her chance and
boldly walked past me into the house. I could hear her plodding about and the
clinking of food bowls as Trisha served herself and ate the rest of Ebba's
lunch. Trisha stayed in the house for some time, clearly appreciating her
"me time", away from the rest of the hens. When the visit was over
she just passed me on the step, gave me a nod of greeting and carried on. Hens
are funny birds.
We now know that our
dear friend Ebba will not join any passing theatre companies, any time soon.
Her day out with dear
husband went calmly but that was mainly because the dear dog was slightly
startled by the whole thing. People in costumes and loud voices made Ebba hang
around the safety of her car a lot. She was very relieved when I turned up to
fetch her home. Dear husband, did not look sad, either.
The party we put
together for our friend turned out to be a lovely affair. It was open
invitation so people came and much laughter was heard. Some tears were also shed
as it was an ending of an era, but that was expected. Our friend is loved by
many and it was fun to be one of the caterers, hanging in the background, while
she shone like the sun in the midst of friends and family.
My shining moment
came when the clearing up started and I proudly took charge of the industrial
dishwashing machine. I had an instruction manual and switched on anything and
everything. Dishes gathered and sorted, all buttons pressed and swoosh, the
machine started washing. The only problem was that I was so concentrated on
getting everything right that I forgot to put the dirty dishes into the machine.
So there I stood, giggling to myself while I pre washed an already very clean
piece of machinery. Not my proudest moment, but then again, opening it mid
washing to check was not clever, either. I was a little damp around the edges
on my way home.
We have a family of
grey wagtails nesting in our ventilation pipe above the shower room. They must
have a warm and snug life. We also get an additional chirpy sound in the house
that makes me think of those meditation cds. No whale soundtracks for us, we do
the homespun version of calming down.
Dear Darya is feeling
poorly so we have to make do with photos for the moment. We want to send her
" Get well soon! " greetings from all of us here at Stoneback farm
and hope for a speedy recovery. There is nothing worse than being ill in warm
weather. Well there is, but you know what I mean.
Take care and hope
the sun is warming all and everyone. Chirpy Chirp say our new neighbours.
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