Christmas Eve morning was a wet and
windy affair. All the snow has disappeared and we have a very green holiday
season. The radio kept playing songs about white, frosty days while we dug
small channels for all the excess water coming down from a grey sky. Sting has
a song about global warming on his latest cd. I kept singing it while digging.
It's not a happy song....
Our hens reacted to a green, grassy
and wet Christmas as a present just for them and spent half the day outside.
It's quite warm so they got to plod along and dig for worms although the
daylight faded rapidly. Mid afternoon is already pitch dark where we live so I
had to call them indoors before a fox got the whiff of them. The hens were not
impressed but they soon forgave me when they saw their Christmas presents. It
was two big sheaves of oat straw that they got to eat and play with, all at the
same time. After a session outside our hens seemed much more content and
grounded so the saying "It's an ill wind that brings nobody any good"
seems apt. The three guest hens stayed indoors eating in peace and quiet and
Monty kept going back and forth between the two groups of hens. Greed verses
love, I guess...
The dear sheep went out for a while
and then decided that stormy weather was not to their liking. The rest of the
day was spent indoors, sampling all their festive treats. They are four very
clever animals and we do love them so much...
Dear Ebba is finding the whole festive
season to be a bit much. She has new people in the house and lots of new smells
and sounds to deal with. She kept a very low profile all through dinner and
then opened her presents when everyone had left the party. Two frisbees, one
large bone, one smaller bone and one toy was unwrapped on our bed. It turned
out that Ebba is a great fan of presents and played, chewed and smiled half the
night. Living with Ebba is not a dull affair and she is a darling dog. The
sound of a chomping dog sneaking into our dreams seems to be the norm for us
now but it's a small price to pay for a happy friend.
The rain keeps pouring down so the
hens can hold a Christmas Day swimming competition in the large ditch in the
morning. Ebba's stocking is hanging next to ours by the bed, so more treats to
be had soon. I will wrap this up and go to bed but first we would like to wish
you all a Merry Christmas and lots of joy to the festive season that's upon us.
To think that another year is coming to an end...
I just read that dogs hate to be
hugged. They feel trapped and dominated and can bite to protect themselves. I
did know that you should not pat a dog on it's head as dogs hate that. Ebba
bounces like Tigger and uses her front paws like Roo.... Winnie the Pooh is
never far from my mind on a wet, windy day. I wonder how he celebrates
Christmas.... "We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry
Christmas....." and love from all of us, large and tiny at Stoneback farm.
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