This time tomorrow I shall be in Dublin since a whole day!
Cornucopia, walk around, soak in the atmosphere and the many tongues spoken there and the many faces from all over.
It is the Dublin Writers Festival and I am going to see friends and also to film performances.
Dublin calls about once a year...wish it was more often, but there is only so much time for all and everything.
Today I had my hair sorted out. It was one big birdsnest rasta horsetail! It took the kind women two hours to untangle! Now it is all straight, and two inches off length and fringe. The civilised look is for Dublin. Around here it does not really matter!
Seriously it doesn't, the sheep have the same coiffure as I!
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Slaughter house
These long summery days do bring a wave of killing with them. That is very hard to deal with.
Our three cats are continiuosly hunting, baby bunnies and rodents mostly but occasionally a bird too.
It breaks my heart.
Myles is an awesome hunter and often shares his spoil with either Fergus or Luna. Whoever gets to the death room first. That is the back porch. We also have a killing chair where at night when we are asleep they go to crunch rodents.
The next day there is clean-up! We have by now quite a collection of bunny tails. Should I make a hat for winter?
This is the other side of having cats. We love them so much and they have a good life here but the wildlife around us do not.
After his feasting Myles usually has a very long digesting nap...before he is at it again. He even had a Daddy Longlegs for a wee snack the other day as he was lying in the shade.
I am enjoying this weather immensely given that the two previous summers were more like rainy winters. But the slaughtering...
Our three cats are continiuosly hunting, baby bunnies and rodents mostly but occasionally a bird too.
It breaks my heart.
Myles is an awesome hunter and often shares his spoil with either Fergus or Luna. Whoever gets to the death room first. That is the back porch. We also have a killing chair where at night when we are asleep they go to crunch rodents.
The next day there is clean-up! We have by now quite a collection of bunny tails. Should I make a hat for winter?
This is the other side of having cats. We love them so much and they have a good life here but the wildlife around us do not.
After his feasting Myles usually has a very long digesting nap...before he is at it again. He even had a Daddy Longlegs for a wee snack the other day as he was lying in the shade.
I am enjoying this weather immensely given that the two previous summers were more like rainy winters. But the slaughtering...
Sunday, 31 May 2009
The last day of the Merry Month of May
Today was the most beautiful day of the year so far!
Like a summer day, it unfolded from a warm sunny morning under a blue sky to a long day of blue and sun and a zephyr breeze.
The birds were ecstatic, the blue tits in the slate birdhouse were actively feeding their young and I discovered by chance that coal tits had a nest in an old rusty drainpipe by Robert the shepherds' sheep field. I thought they were in a gooseberry bush but it was in fact hiding the pipe!
A halcyon summer day if ever there was one. We did some laundry so it could line dry in the breeze and hot sun.
The cats were out all day and did not sleep for hours on end which they do during inclement weather.
I planted some calendula and lobelias, my Mormors favourites, along the path to the door. I also planted other plants that needed to go in now. The seeds are growing in leaps and bounds. I watered in the evening after the heat of the sun.
However the evening was light until way past 10 pm!
Lying under a tree looking up at the canopy and thinking/day dreaming I felt as though I was on vacation!
The lambs and the ewes have this sing song going on where the lamb first baas and then the ewe replies. It is really special to listen to because all the baas are different!
Once in a while I heard the horse down the lane make a sound like a humph, that and the pheasants, the dogs barking from other farms around and an occasional rooster crow made me feel like I was in heaven. Pure heaven on earth.
What a place this is! I love it when it is summery.
Yesterday I went to an oldfashioned village fete at Humshaugh at the Vicarage! The Vicar presided with the help of the local MP and wife. There were plenty of raffles, a plant sale, a rubber ducky pool, a book stall, bric a brac, cake competitions, and delicious teas on the Vicarage lawn surrounded by shrubs like lilacs and rhododendrons. I bought a euphorbia for a shady spot and three good books for a pound! A folk group named Canny Crack played Northumbrian music and children had their faces painted and danced. It was so much like the "Miss Marple world" I was practically waiting for the call and the hush after a body was discovered in the church or village hall. The Vicars wife was wearing periwinkle blue and a white hat and shoes. It was really a sweet afternoon apart from one oddity. There was a ferret run where children were supposed to guess which plastic pipe it would come out of. They were numbered and the sand coloured rather chubby ferret was first placed in a drum like thing and then the owner beat on the drum and the ferret started scrambling. Poor little thing and in that heat and noise.
I bet that ferret could not wait for the fete to be over.
Like a summer day, it unfolded from a warm sunny morning under a blue sky to a long day of blue and sun and a zephyr breeze.
The birds were ecstatic, the blue tits in the slate birdhouse were actively feeding their young and I discovered by chance that coal tits had a nest in an old rusty drainpipe by Robert the shepherds' sheep field. I thought they were in a gooseberry bush but it was in fact hiding the pipe!
A halcyon summer day if ever there was one. We did some laundry so it could line dry in the breeze and hot sun.
The cats were out all day and did not sleep for hours on end which they do during inclement weather.
I planted some calendula and lobelias, my Mormors favourites, along the path to the door. I also planted other plants that needed to go in now. The seeds are growing in leaps and bounds. I watered in the evening after the heat of the sun.
However the evening was light until way past 10 pm!
Lying under a tree looking up at the canopy and thinking/day dreaming I felt as though I was on vacation!
The lambs and the ewes have this sing song going on where the lamb first baas and then the ewe replies. It is really special to listen to because all the baas are different!
Once in a while I heard the horse down the lane make a sound like a humph, that and the pheasants, the dogs barking from other farms around and an occasional rooster crow made me feel like I was in heaven. Pure heaven on earth.
What a place this is! I love it when it is summery.
Yesterday I went to an oldfashioned village fete at Humshaugh at the Vicarage! The Vicar presided with the help of the local MP and wife. There were plenty of raffles, a plant sale, a rubber ducky pool, a book stall, bric a brac, cake competitions, and delicious teas on the Vicarage lawn surrounded by shrubs like lilacs and rhododendrons. I bought a euphorbia for a shady spot and three good books for a pound! A folk group named Canny Crack played Northumbrian music and children had their faces painted and danced. It was so much like the "Miss Marple world" I was practically waiting for the call and the hush after a body was discovered in the church or village hall. The Vicars wife was wearing periwinkle blue and a white hat and shoes. It was really a sweet afternoon apart from one oddity. There was a ferret run where children were supposed to guess which plastic pipe it would come out of. They were numbered and the sand coloured rather chubby ferret was first placed in a drum like thing and then the owner beat on the drum and the ferret started scrambling. Poor little thing and in that heat and noise.
I bet that ferret could not wait for the fete to be over.
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