This morning I found a couple of small caterpillar processionary chains wandering across the driveway. There were probably 30 - 40 in each, not the 400 or 500 that come down in the summer. We are now faced with a garden that is effectively a 'no go' area for the boyz . 36 hours on , my hands are still swollen and red from carrying him so the poor fellow must be in real pain.
'The font' returned from looking after 'grannyfont' last night. Wilf who had been feeling sorry for himself all day suddenly came alive and charged across the courtyard in greeting. He did something he's never done before. He opened his mouth, let his swollen tongue hang out, and then sat stock still staring up at 'the font ' as if to say " You cannot believe what happened to me while you were away !". He is still being fed water by syringe but managed to eat some warm porridge for breakfast. He got it down slowly and with difficulty but he got it down. I find myself so grateful for the vet who opened up the surgery on Sunday night to see him.