Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sheep + Dog = Sheepdog.
Another bright start to the day. Wilf and Digby were up at the crack of dawn waiting expectantly for the kitchen fitters and their jaffa cakes . The warm weather makes the pre-breakfast walk with the two boyz an absolute delight . This morning in addition to the usual flurry of robins and blue tits we found that we had woodpeckers, herons and some solitary darting peregrines as companions. The two cows in the field across the lane even had a pair of egrets picking away in their field - I wonder if they had just come from Africa or were on their way back? . Somehow Wilf managed to find one of the fat balls that we hang in the trees for the birds - it must have blown down overnight - by the time I found out what he was eating he had digested most of it. I dread to think what that will do for his strict low protein diet . We shall find out as the day passes on. For the time being he is oblivious to everything, his attention focused on a toy sheep and the possibility of a lengthy nap. His demeanour seems to say ' sheep, simple pleasures - can't beat them!'