It was a bright and pleasant day at Regalridge. Our Ken turned soil, used his new hoe and was as content as a gardener gets. Tulips are blooming, crocus remain and the plum tree is resplendent - covered top to toe in bloom. Leaves are beginning to fill out on early trees and late afternoon brought the sound of the mower. The farm next door is haying; an early crop foretells a good season. The birds have arrived for the summer - a flock of beautiful yellow finches seem to have decided to stay, the woodpeckers are delighted with the US suet cakes again added to their feeding station, the grosbeaks have decided to stay for the season as have a selection of doves. There are song sparrows and the eternal blue jays. To this point, we have not identified our red finch-like addition. Chantelle was in and out through the day on her way to and from work and classes, choking down the odd cup of coffee as she came and went.
The kennel is perking along. Marged and Shillelagh are holding the fort, setting the rules and on alert for miscreants. Coby steers a wide path around the little dictators. Sarah and Lola have teamed up in yard four, getting good exercise with Trebia their recreation advisor. Poe is taking life in stride, comfortably settled and totally disinterested in the Welsh input on offer.
The house dogs had major supervision duties. Our Ken was in and out of the house - but also in and out of the garage, the kennel and every other area of the property. Charlotte's legs are an inch shorter than they were yesterday. Patti was up and about early and maintained a good level of activity until early evening. Gabe expended great puppy energy and had a whale of a time doing it - often to Rocky's detriment. Jack is back to his sunny self and enjoyed several good turns on the back deck, scattering birds from the feeders and overall in control of his environment as an ancient Welsh should be. Piper does not let Lee out of her line of sight, trailing behind to ensure there is not a change of direction. The only upset is the cat. Einstein has taken over one of the favourite dog beds in the bedroom. Piper, the early sleeper, gets her bed, Billy has his area, Marilla is pushy so has a bed but Lori loses the musical bed war. She stands and stares at Einstein - he blinks back but settles deeply and purrs. Not until she huffily moves to the rug next to the bed does Mr Cat decide to return to the bed to torture the humans. Lori, by then settled, is too sleepy to move. This too shall pass . . .
Dinner was gourmet burgers - it was simply time.
The kennel is perking along. Marged and Shillelagh are holding the fort, setting the rules and on alert for miscreants. Coby steers a wide path around the little dictators. Sarah and Lola have teamed up in yard four, getting good exercise with Trebia their recreation advisor. Poe is taking life in stride, comfortably settled and totally disinterested in the Welsh input on offer.
The house dogs had major supervision duties. Our Ken was in and out of the house - but also in and out of the garage, the kennel and every other area of the property. Charlotte's legs are an inch shorter than they were yesterday. Patti was up and about early and maintained a good level of activity until early evening. Gabe expended great puppy energy and had a whale of a time doing it - often to Rocky's detriment. Jack is back to his sunny self and enjoyed several good turns on the back deck, scattering birds from the feeders and overall in control of his environment as an ancient Welsh should be. Piper does not let Lee out of her line of sight, trailing behind to ensure there is not a change of direction. The only upset is the cat. Einstein has taken over one of the favourite dog beds in the bedroom. Piper, the early sleeper, gets her bed, Billy has his area, Marilla is pushy so has a bed but Lori loses the musical bed war. She stands and stares at Einstein - he blinks back but settles deeply and purrs. Not until she huffily moves to the rug next to the bed does Mr Cat decide to return to the bed to torture the humans. Lori, by then settled, is too sleepy to move. This too shall pass . . .
Dinner was gourmet burgers - it was simply time.
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