As a result of the gloom I have eaten too many biscuits.
It is a well known fact (among women) that gloomy weather makes you feel tired, and tiredness leads to excessive a) biscuit consumption or b) cake consumption or even c) chocolate consumption. At night time it definitely leads to e) wine consumption and sometimes even f) gin and tonic consumption too.
Actually, the biscuits have just made me feel even more sluggish and now portly to-boot, so once they have gone down I shall be dragging Ted out for an invigorating run down the lane. He has this morning achieved the increasingly rare feat of falling asleep ALONE in his basket, without a certain puppy chewing his ears and trimming his beard for him, and so will be thrilled at the prospect when I wake him up to tell him.
Doubtless Squeak would like to come too, but she is too small so will have to remain here on the New Ladybird Doormat (the purchase of which was necessitated by the Complete And Utter destruction she has wreaked on the it-turns-out-not-to-be-jack-russell-proof-at-all one we had by the door before).
At least now I will not be spending an ENTIRE weekend running back and forth with a mop surgically attached to my hand demonically cleaning up muddy puppy paw prints from all over the floor. This is a boon because as I'm sure you know by now I am allergic to housework.
The New Ladybird Doormat is made of uber stout boot-and-shoe-wiping stuff, so God knows why she likes sleeping on it. It must be very rough and prickly I should think....
I am supposed to be writing up college notes but have got side-tracked into blogging, which is, Quite Frankly, a more enjoyable experience than learning about moles and molarity (sadly, I'm not referring to velvety gentlemen with spades for hands. Oh that I were).
I took both dogs sheep checking on the Down over the weekend as Poppy is now able to come out for little walks (5 mins per month of age so I have been told, so she can do 15mins). Bearing in mind Betty's aggression towards Ted I kept Poppy firmly shielded from the sheep until the end of the walk when I thought she was safely on the other side of the gate.
But then this happened.
Betty and pal came up to see if we had any food on us...
Poppy, possibly remembering the time Betty head-butted her Big Bro Ted, shot underneath the gate before I could stop her, straight at the sheep, barking furiously......
And the sheep turned-tail and fled!
Considering she only comes up to somewhere between the top of their hooves and the bottom of their knees I was Quite Impressed.
She is fearless.
She's also currently undergoing an intensive "Desensitising To Hens" programme. This is aimed at getting her used to the girls and vice-versa so that she can be off the lead in the garden without any undue Chicken Harassment occurring.
So far she's been tied up to the bird table while the girls clucked uncertainly about her (recognising her as a new dog as yet unknown to them) but by the end of Session Number One she was sitting down next to Ruby and they were sharing some bread (which had actually been earmarked for the wild birds but never mind).
At the end of Session Number Two she was pretty much ignoring the hens, and they were ignoring her. All apart, that is, from Silly Mavis, who decided the best thing to do when confronted with a small dog you haven't met before is to forget that you are essentially a ground bird and give yourself up to the hopeless fantasy that you can fly like an eagle.
She accordingly launched herself into the air and flew right over the top of me and Poppy, forcing me to duck so fast all the vertebrae nearly popped out of my spine.
Chickens not being known for their aerodynamic finesse, and Mavis in particular being what may politely be described as 'a victim to her nerves', this was, for a few seconds at least, Quite Scary. I had visions of her confidence and therefore wings failing when she was directly above us and her landing on my head. And while I am known for wearing hats on my head in the winter I am not known, generally, for wearing silly chickens.
As a connected aside to this, did you know the world record for a hen flight is 13 seconds which translates as 300 feet? We get excited when our girls make it to three feet and three seconds. When I googled 'chicken flight record' just now to check, I saw what I think may well be my favourite sentence of the day: 'domestic chickens are not capable of long-distance flight'. Who knew? Perhaps someone should tell Mavis.....
Anyway, I am missing Rennie, our beautiful Cuckoo-Maran who passed away earlier this year, because she was Chief Puppy Trainer and soon had them licked into shape. A swift peck or three on the nose and no giving ground whatsoever and the dogs very quickly learnt who was boss, and that Chicken-Bothering was not a canine sport worth pursuing.
|'Does my bum look big in this plant pot?'|
|Ren coming in to the house through the cat flap. While the cat flap door was broken I would often come downstairs and discover her in the hall. She liked pecking the doormat, which tells you all you need to know about my housekeeping skills.|
Wild birds have returned to the garden in droves over the past week. The male Black Cap is back. Not the best picture I know but I had limited options....
The Nuthatch Pair are also back...
And there are lots of Blue tits in the garden, all of varying hues of blue and yellow...
|Love the Blue Tit coming in to land top left in this shot|
There are also the Rat Children. Apologies to my dear sis for putting up more rat pictures- the poor girl was attacked by one while feeding her horse last week. It jumped at her in the feed room and she ended up having to have a tetanus shot with the GP to be on the safe side because she'd been scratched. Rat are, therefore and understandably, not high on her list of Creatures She Likes at the mo. Sorry to remind you of this K! However, I find these two Children rather endearing and they are very scared of us at the moment so no chance of any untoward face-leaping. The football marks where their front door is....
Finally, (because I really should get back to moles and atmospheric air cells and sand dune succession and other such Thrilling Topics), my Blogging Pal, the inestimable Lady Denise Malarkey, is writing a Unique And Original Christmas Story for Advent, with a fresh installment added every day. I don't how she does it but it is Great Fun and I am thoroughly gripped and eager to find out what happens next to Mrs Miggins the chicken, Turtle Dave and Merrily Onhigh, the goose, amongst others. If you haven't had a peak yet, you'll find it on the side of my blog. Alternatively, here is a link to it. Marvellous entertainment and well worth a daily read.
Hope you are all well, had a good weekend and are all set for a nice run-up to crimble.
PS- I was VERY relieved last night to see that Damien Lewis has reverted back to handsome in Homeland. I was beginning to fret that I'd have to produce another short list for candidate for TVBF.