There is seasonal and then there is a bit of overkill. The forecasters have had a dickens of a time this week. Weather has not co-operated with their thought processes, models, computers and prognostications. Snow was forecast - there was none. No snow was forecast and Our Ken is muttering about snow blowers. The puppies are filled with shock and awe. Their world is white. Even the world's birds are late to the restaurant. There are hundreds of birds now dining at the several feeders. The colour is impressive with blues vying with yellows for pre-eminence. Not to be outdone, the two pair of woodpeckers proudly offer their contrasting black and white with the bright red of the heads of the males adding contrast. And Our Ken made the major announcement - it is the day of Phil's arrival. Yes, the pheasant return is now complete; Phil and the Philomenas are in residence for the duration at Regalridge and all is right with the world.
The kennel ticks along. Barrett has arrived and Trebia is thrilled to death. He is telling her all about his plaque - not seeing any evidence of this exalted award of which he seems so proud, Trebia remains unconvinced. The two Airedales are kicking up their heels and having extensive spins around every area they determine needs their vigilant attention.
The house crew thrives. Piper had company. The truth is, a visitor came to see the dogs and to get a sense of the Welsh. The facts of the visit eluded Piper. There was company for lunch as well and Lily spent the entire afternoon counting her puppies, certain that thievery is rampant. Chantelle arrived for a quick visit at dinnertime. Virginia and Alex had just barrelled in for dinner. Looking up over the Dutch door, 'starnger danger' warnings were issued only to change to embarrassed silence when the stranger knew their names. Rocky just shook his head. He would never make a mistake like that.
Dinner was shepherd's pie - and that will be the last we see of that particular dish for a while. Having hoped that the speed at which the dish had to be eaten on its debut, Lee presented it a second time - in different dishes and with different condiments including the addition of a lovely garlic bread (what more can be done with shepherd's pie!). Our Ken does not do meals more than once, sighed and settled in for the rerun, a major concession and one not likely to be repeated without pushback.
The kennel ticks along. Barrett has arrived and Trebia is thrilled to death. He is telling her all about his plaque - not seeing any evidence of this exalted award of which he seems so proud, Trebia remains unconvinced. The two Airedales are kicking up their heels and having extensive spins around every area they determine needs their vigilant attention.
The house crew thrives. Piper had company. The truth is, a visitor came to see the dogs and to get a sense of the Welsh. The facts of the visit eluded Piper. There was company for lunch as well and Lily spent the entire afternoon counting her puppies, certain that thievery is rampant. Chantelle arrived for a quick visit at dinnertime. Virginia and Alex had just barrelled in for dinner. Looking up over the Dutch door, 'starnger danger' warnings were issued only to change to embarrassed silence when the stranger knew their names. Rocky just shook his head. He would never make a mistake like that.
Dinner was shepherd's pie - and that will be the last we see of that particular dish for a while. Having hoped that the speed at which the dish had to be eaten on its debut, Lee presented it a second time - in different dishes and with different condiments including the addition of a lovely garlic bread (what more can be done with shepherd's pie!). Our Ken does not do meals more than once, sighed and settled in for the rerun, a major concession and one not likely to be repeated without pushback.
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