I managed to do a Butterfly Transect this morning and clocked up a fair few. The second generation of Small Blues has arrived (good news), and there was a Silver Washed Frit on the transect too (unusual).
|Silver Washed Frit|
I'm working on a new patchwork bag. Spent hours last night cutting loads of 4x4 squares and started stitching them together until my eyes crossed over and I was squinting through watering eyes.
What d'you think? I'm thinking the lime green polka dot line would look good as a final layer along the top? It's going to be a large draw-string bag so the cord would go through that bit.
I went to Hobbycraft this afternoon and stocked up on these plastic sheets. They are to stiffen bottoms. Of bags of course. Don't laugh.
I was also overcome with a Holiday Feeling of Bonhomie when I was in Scats buying dog food and allowed myself to be seduced by these wraggedy pheasants. The dogs now have one each. Poppy is delighted with hers but Teddy is less certain, perhaps feeling it is beneath his dignity to be seen playing with a squeaky fluffy pretend bird now he has attained the Grand Old Age of six.
This is what I observed Out In The Garden just now...
|C'mon Teddy! Let's play CHEW in the garden with our pheasants...|
|I've left mine in the house|
|Well, go and get it then!|
|Look how much FUN it is!|
|Mum's cut my head off|
|Grr, TAKE THAT, Pheasant!|
|Phew! It's nearly as big as me!|
|I am not amused|
|Oh Ted! Don't be such a Spoil Sport|
|I know, if I leave it in the garden and go indoors to get Mum, he won't be able to resist it....|
|Hello Mum, I'm just hiding from Ted. What's happened to my pheasant? Is he playing with it?|
|Not really Pop, no.|
|I've had enough of pheasants- I'm going to bed|