One would think that a reduction in the variety of our days, brought on by the events of the last few months, would make time drag.
[Mind you, even in normal (or should we say past) times most days followed the pattern of: get up, feed stuff, grow stuff, make stuff, cook stuff, go to bed]
But… November, sometimes a month that looms and lingers, seems to have flown by.
In only three weeks time we pass the cusp and days start to lengthen
So, time to celebrate with some Round Glowing Things that were observed today.
These are the Adventurous Three, otherwise known as “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” who sit superciliously on the fence and then, one one’s back is turned, take off for a quick fly round. Clipping is scheduled for Saturday.
Two hens a pecking
Well, obviously one is not a hen but a cockerel, and neither of them is actually pecking here. The cockerel is one of Gilbert and George, the two which keep this quite large flock in order. We had two cockerels with a flock before and used to remark how well they got on together. Until the day when they had the bloodiest of battles. This time, of course, it will be different. These two do have a larger number of hens to share… we will see. The hen is Honey, who is Top Hen. Just after this picture was taken she was observed standing stock still while one of her subordinates pecked blemishes out of her plumage. A few months ago she got stuck in a fence and cut her neck. You would think that would have set her back but she is fully restored and maintaining her dominance.
One pig a drooling
Bert is ready for his dinner. He is now ten and a half years old and is living a life of leisurely retirement. We can empathise. Apart from the leisurely bit.
Large flocks fly over to to roost but during the day they seem to split up the local territory – we have our Ash Tree Mob
Each day, and in their annual movements, they are only restricted by their internal plans and plottings.
More domestic birds
we try to enclose. Sometimes it doesn’t work
Jessie
thinks she is Borderless (“I am a Welsh sheepdog NOT a Border Collie”)
but we have made her one
The Rabbits may be in their winter quarters
but we have learned Rabbit/Jessie proximity is too stressful for both parties.
So the barrier goes round the house
across the lawn
down to the house
and generally keeps the peace.
Last week we had action on our border
replacing a fence to increase the width of our developing hedge corridor
It maybe our border but for other living things it is a highway.
Post Script
We mainly make these jottings for our own amusement and as a record of our Gribin Isaf days.
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As Monty Don writes: “the bright cold crisp days are [now] the unexpected treat that all too rarely light up winter” instead we have “a succession of mild, grey, wet days strung like malevolent beads on winter’s thread.”
So tonight the temperature at Gribin Isaf is rising
