Screeches seeds and treats

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Whippet is so shocked by the screech a potential playmate makes he forgets to bark his welcome. I am also taken aback, you could use the noise for a rape alarm so piercing is it. Sensing no threat, she comes back to make eyes at our boys.

Outside with hands in compost, I vow to be more methodical and with the labeling. The thing is I will never know what they are if the slugs go on the rampage.

We finally get to the pub next door for lunch for our joint birthday treat. The bar maid tells us she is an anthropologist! 

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In the beginning was the word.

And the word was "Aardvark".

(the graffiti file)

Exercise and hello

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The first thing I see is a huge cigar and curling smoke. The captain is off for his constitutional.

The ball beckons me. I practice my dribbling skills, as I claim it from the gutter, and head for home.

She is just saying hello to her 2 new borns. Carefully licking each one in turn, sensing me she looks across the brook. Soon 1 is inching forward on front knees but quickly stops for a rest. She now focus her efforts on this one. The lamb after unsuccessful attempts on shaky legs stands for a fleeting moment. It's not long before it wobbles under her legs seeking nourishment. Now she tenderly encourages it's twin. As I bike away their tails are doing what tails do when they are happy, and they are busy guzzling. Although I have lived in the countryside all my life, this is the first time I have been witness to such a miracle. I felt if I had a tail, it would be wiggling like mad too! It was definitely worth getting the bike out.

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joy and jumps

Explorers

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There s a sign on the village notice board "chickens found at the pub". I wonder if they belong to the new lad in the gate house. I saw his girls going for a long walk the other day.

It jogs my memory to the day when I saw the man at the pub evict a goat that had wandered in. Farmer Rex said she was searching all over the place for her stolen kid. His goats had perfected the art of nipping over the stye.

I watched some kind teenagers one day dropping tit bits encouraging a gang of piglets back to their field. These had been checking out the bus shelter. Rex has interesting happenings every so that keep me entertained. He is a dying breed. One man with an assortment of animals here and there.  

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The grass is always greener.

Bangs,bags and berries

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The bird scarer has gone. I was always more startled than the odd trespassing pigeon.

This year a new beast of at thing had taken up residence in our favorite field. The noise seemed to punch a hole in the air that my heart fell into every time it fired.

He comes in with a posh carrier bag, slops upstairs and reappears wearing brilliant white trainers. ? he grunts "their for the gym" I nearly fall off me chair!

The new cook book provides a yummy tea, and I taste allspice berries for the first time.

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Cat antics

Get away

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I come across an old frail very determined thief, pushing a supper market trolley full of booty. She had already walked a good mile in search of supplies and looked nearly done in. But what was really bothering me was the fact she was heading towards the top of the steepest hill in town. The very hill I was catching my breath from as I spotted her. I nearly offered assistance, but was afraid she would bop me on the head for interfering.

But what happened when said trolley picked up speed at the top of the hill?

My only consolation being, we were only yards away from A and E.

Make a great cartoon if I could only draw.

I shall tune into local radio for any possible incident.

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Something small 

Food and princes

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The jackdaws are breakfasting, efficient beaks searching one of farmer Rex's blue looking cows, for tasty parasites.

"I am a princess wot needs a prince" she says. I know how she feels!

Exploring my new cook book and finding lots of "try me" recipes beckoning. I find a use for the free school vouchers and ear mark "to have a go" pages.

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Moo

 

Green, chat, giggles

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The bushes by the roundabout look as if someone has taken a fine paintbrush and dabbed tiny spots of lime green among the dark twigs.

We sit by he pond a peaceful five minutes chatting. Rare moments uninterrupted by others. Soon his finger is better and he jumps to his feet eager to join his friends.

He arranges the white starched bib assertively, I get the giggles. This is surely a taste of things to come. I am also given googles! Will sparks fly then I enquire as he advances saying open wide.

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I meet a left handed man in the waiting room. He is a poet he tells me.

http://www.anythingleft-handed.co.uk/fam_entertainment.html

Copy and paste into Google link misbehaving!

Tis famous left handers.