As the waxing moon looks down on us tonight
We celebrate that it is dry, it has been dry for several days, it is forecast to be dry for a few more days. We don’t care about the temperature (although it has not been unpleasant); we don’t care about the cloud cover (although it has been sunny today). All we ask is for dryness. The mud is slowly drying out in most places but not of course in Spot’s home
At last she is coming to have a look at her maternity quarters now that it has something she recognises
The human side now has a means of access
and this is the (today rather misty) view from the “sleeping with pigs experience” quarters
and another as Dad Pheasant comes to steal the duck food
while his Golden Boy is in our larder
any tips on best way to hang and prepare a pheasant gratefully received.
A new dependant has arrived
a flightless starling with a drooping wing who spends his time scuttling round the outbuildings.
Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:
and Daffodil of the Day