Digger made nice pig wallow today…. And cut through BT cable.
Communications maybe suspended for some time.
Yesterday we were mainly hugging swans
as part of this:
A sun blessed day bracketed by rain rates which looked like this
resulting in this
We relieve June of her hatching duties, well intentioned but not very efficient and in danger of damaging her own health. Comb so pale and feathers so rumpled
Her peers are kept inside
While she has time to regain equilibrium
Elsewhere on The Plot today
As we see the Eid al-Fitr moon for the first time
we realise it is our folly to think we can mark the edges of things as other forces work to blur those demarcations
The Young ‘Uns immediately took advantage to explore new territory
Who had broken down these barriers…
who – me?
There is a fearsome array of implements being used to create a Bert-proof boundary
Lift-proof gates are appearing
the fat lambs from the new pasture next door break their boundary to come and have a look.
After being excited that a broody hen might bring up our ducklings, we are beginning to have doubts about June
On one hand she is being an obsessive broody, a bit like a suffragette having to be force fed; but when back on her nest the eggs are a bit random, spilling out from her heat without care. What shall we do?
We have had inklings that the year might decline prematurely here and, if an old woman shall wear purple, there is a lot of that about here
Other colours on The Plot today