A day for gardening according to Our Ken - and a good one, at that. Dahlias et al continue to be put into the prepared soil. The rhododendron remains resplendent - testament to the weather conditions. The candles on the chestnut remain and the tree is covered with the lovely pink and white blossoms. With this has come considerable growth. The blue spruce is spreading equal to it's increased height, becoming impressive only twenty years after its planting. The magnolia is impossibly healthy in this the first full season at Regalridge. The baby squirrels are playing and enjoying life, too friendly for their own good and showing no sign of ever wanting to leave. Mrs Swallow is sitting on her nest. With all of Ken's concern surrounding the early arrival of his favourite birds, let's hope a family is in the offing.
The kennel is well and happy, Gabe in charge (in his mind) and Clint keeping an eye on the youngster.
The house crew are inured to the coming and going of Marguerite's family. The babies are now out in the den a few hours a day for their bottle feedings. Abigail remains close but on high ground, having determined that while these little beings are cute and have play potential, their feeding habits are not to be taken lightly. Marguerite, in the den with everyone else, gives Lee a passing grade and urges her to take all the time she needs to fill those little bellies. The large dog beds in the den are piled high to give considerable space to the large family. That suits Piper well as she scales the mountain and positions herself comfortable - giving no consideration to the potential for a pea somewhere below. Princess Piper has her place, after all. Charlotte often occupies the other stack, replaced by Patti as the circulation of ancient Airedales occurs. Tunnelling appears to be interrupted for the present - perhaps the excavations need occur only when the weather is wet and an Airedale can get appropriately muddy. One can only hope that the holes are sufficiently deep and open that the need to let even more earth fly is satisfied.
Dinner was a spring feast. There was a great guacamole on lovely French bread, salmon steaks with potatoes and young asparagus with fresh parm. There was Ken's squash and finally a rhubarb pie. it doesn't get a lot better than that.
The kennel is well and happy, Gabe in charge (in his mind) and Clint keeping an eye on the youngster.
The house crew are inured to the coming and going of Marguerite's family. The babies are now out in the den a few hours a day for their bottle feedings. Abigail remains close but on high ground, having determined that while these little beings are cute and have play potential, their feeding habits are not to be taken lightly. Marguerite, in the den with everyone else, gives Lee a passing grade and urges her to take all the time she needs to fill those little bellies. The large dog beds in the den are piled high to give considerable space to the large family. That suits Piper well as she scales the mountain and positions herself comfortable - giving no consideration to the potential for a pea somewhere below. Princess Piper has her place, after all. Charlotte often occupies the other stack, replaced by Patti as the circulation of ancient Airedales occurs. Tunnelling appears to be interrupted for the present - perhaps the excavations need occur only when the weather is wet and an Airedale can get appropriately muddy. One can only hope that the holes are sufficiently deep and open that the need to let even more earth fly is satisfied.
Dinner was a spring feast. There was a great guacamole on lovely French bread, salmon steaks with potatoes and young asparagus with fresh parm. There was Ken's squash and finally a rhubarb pie. it doesn't get a lot better than that.
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