November uses its curtain call as an overture for things ahead as frost and snow flurries creep in while a northerly breeze shows who is in charge now.
(Lesley-Ann – show this to Robin and get him come down to do a bit of duck whispering)
A week into November
and the guineapigs, who have been dutifully moving up and down the grass all summer in their mobile lawnmower
as always, they are a little shy
but when nobody is looking they will be out to enjoy their dinner
We hope they are not to warm tonight as they are being hosted in the Juvenile Hedgehog Care Facility where the newly installed insulation adds 10 degrees to the outside temperature
At the other end of the plot the lake, after just one season, is starting to look mature
On the bank we raised behind there is still lots of colour
and the top of the bank gives a good perspective
as scything progresses.
Up in the wood
the hydrangea is reaching its mystical stage
Indoors, Ian pays a little visit
and the good news is that we think he might be a she so instead of eating him we can develop a long relationship
So, at two frosts down, winter has not yet begun to bite
In this times of uncertain climate we take one day
at a time
Solo (Cayuga) had hastily imported Muscovies as companions. Now they are a family
Solo holds his own, although he is finding the language puzzling.
Ian (Muscovy) had hastily imported Aylesburys as companions
chosen as they were the same age (not that there was much choice).
They went on outings together
What Ian did not know was that his adopted siblings would grow twice as fast as himself
But as long as he is in the middle he feels wanted