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Those pesky Horraces have been at our garden once more. They have cached one and a half tonnes of blue slate. They steal it and bury it all around the garden and neighbour's gardens as well as our potato pots. Not to mention adding to the squirrel mansions in the wilderness. There are now seventeen of them as thy don't all live in this area, some come from the lakes woods across the estate from us. You can see them running along the middle of the road with their sweet bounding, tails all loose and flowing. They have to climb the massive twelve food railway fencing too. There is nothing like a flying Sciuridae to keep our brains busy. Momma had a bright idea to add and widen the pathways to help reduce the amount of slate needed and scrape all the leftover slate and put it into a circle of sorts and maybe find a way to stick the last bits down? Then have a wooden pathway going to the bottom of the garden and use hardwood chippings instead of slate, which is hard to lay and expensive to have to keep buying as they steal it.
Yesterday, we all raced about the communal area in the cool twelve degrees. It was magical scooting about among the leaves whilst Momma laid a new pathway. There were wiggly worms to look at an frogs and newts. Don't they know it's time to hide for winter? The best find was a huge garden spider. She was galloping about around the pots and kept us all busy for a few minutes. Pearl escaped only once, she enjoyed it out there under the trees. We have also had a garden cat visitor. his name is Bolo. We are not sure if he has a APB out on his huge bulk as he carries a large knife whilst yelling in his unique language. Really though, he is a good cat and enjoys watching and trying to catch the odd Horrace. They are far too quick for him and tease and berate him, cha cha cha they shout down at him. He wags his tail in annoyance then skulks back over the side gate.
There is much ado a bout Hedgehogs and we have noticed the summer has been quiet and the last one Momma saw was the one she accidentally booted up the bum as it balled itself on the pathway in the dark. He was fine and carried on under the fence into the wilderness never to return. You can hear them noisily snuffling about in the leaves outside the fence line. We have some unusual sounds at night here too. Momma says it's owls. They are Little Owls and for such tiny birds they have quite a screech. You never see them. Just hear them. The foxes are the same, we don't see them anymore. Once we had tiny little Chinese Deer and Woodcocks but as more people moved in around the area, they retreated to the deeper woodland. However, this year the noisy Jays have returned after a fifteen year break. Secretly, I think the Horraces have taken over! Even though we don't have any Oak trees close by, somehow we have a huge Oak tree growing in the wilderness. Those pesky squirrels.
Being very busy last Sunday we missed out on a roast dinner so ManSlave decided to hunt down a piece of Welsh lamb. It i shard stuff to find now. It all comes from Ireland or New Zealand. It's ok, but we find it a bit tough. It's not that buttery flavour you get with Welsh. We have already had a small piece each which was so yummy. It drove us all bonkers before the garlic went on, then one sniff of that and we were off. I am back now though, watching it cook slowly in the oven. ManSLave still hasn't managed to get a new light for the oven. The glass won't come off. In fact, the oven is slowly crumbling and heating very oddly. So long as it cooks today, who cares if it's racks have dropped off?
Yesterday, we all raced about the communal area in the cool twelve degrees. It was magical scooting about among the leaves whilst Momma laid a new pathway. There were wiggly worms to look at an frogs and newts. Don't they know it's time to hide for winter? The best find was a huge garden spider. She was galloping about around the pots and kept us all busy for a few minutes. Pearl escaped only once, she enjoyed it out there under the trees. We have also had a garden cat visitor. his name is Bolo. We are not sure if he has a APB out on his huge bulk as he carries a large knife whilst yelling in his unique language. Really though, he is a good cat and enjoys watching and trying to catch the odd Horrace. They are far too quick for him and tease and berate him, cha cha cha they shout down at him. He wags his tail in annoyance then skulks back over the side gate.
There is much ado a bout Hedgehogs and we have noticed the summer has been quiet and the last one Momma saw was the one she accidentally booted up the bum as it balled itself on the pathway in the dark. He was fine and carried on under the fence into the wilderness never to return. You can hear them noisily snuffling about in the leaves outside the fence line. We have some unusual sounds at night here too. Momma says it's owls. They are Little Owls and for such tiny birds they have quite a screech. You never see them. Just hear them. The foxes are the same, we don't see them anymore. Once we had tiny little Chinese Deer and Woodcocks but as more people moved in around the area, they retreated to the deeper woodland. However, this year the noisy Jays have returned after a fifteen year break. Secretly, I think the Horraces have taken over! Even though we don't have any Oak trees close by, somehow we have a huge Oak tree growing in the wilderness. Those pesky squirrels.
Being very busy last Sunday we missed out on a roast dinner so ManSlave decided to hunt down a piece of Welsh lamb. It i shard stuff to find now. It all comes from Ireland or New Zealand. It's ok, but we find it a bit tough. It's not that buttery flavour you get with Welsh. We have already had a small piece each which was so yummy. It drove us all bonkers before the garlic went on, then one sniff of that and we were off. I am back now though, watching it cook slowly in the oven. ManSLave still hasn't managed to get a new light for the oven. The glass won't come off. In fact, the oven is slowly crumbling and heating very oddly. So long as it cooks today, who cares if it's racks have dropped off?
There is much to catch you up on and I shall do that next week now as earlier Momma and I wrote a really long blog about all the goings on and the youngsters, whilst playing, pulled the power cord from the laptop and we lost the lot. So instead, we are telling you about Horraces and lamb. However, we have a new member of the Maystar family, her name is FIllycat and we shall expand next week about her.
I am now bored of tying and have checked on the lamb twice, harassing ManSlave by riding his shoulders. So now I have brought a bright yellow wiggly worm and placed it at Momma's side in the hope she will quickly finish and play with me instead. Writing two blogs is exhausting!
Enjoy your Sunday folks, from your Queen Vee =^..^=
I am now bored of tying and have checked on the lamb twice, harassing ManSlave by riding his shoulders. So now I have brought a bright yellow wiggly worm and placed it at Momma's side in the hope she will quickly finish and play with me instead. Writing two blogs is exhausting!
Enjoy your Sunday folks, from your Queen Vee =^..^=
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