Weather is moving to a July standard for early in the day. Fog has arrived in Nova Scotia. Even here in the center of the province, there is a cool, grey period of awakening, followed by a lovely day when the fog burns off. The woodpeckers are focused on their family, working as a team to feed and nurture. The little swallows are on their nests with their partners keeping a close watch, even as they hunt and gather to keep the mother well sustained. Then there is Clint, footloose and fancy free - enough said. Our Ken had a long meeting in Truro. Lee managed Regalridge, including the start of the weaning process for the babies. Then it was off to a dinner meeting for Lee, with a return home late evening and a last bottle feeding to keep the family happy. The greeting of the older dogs as Lee walked in the house heralded a major arrival. They are so used to having her about that even a few hours appears to put everyone off - either that or Our Ken really fouled up their evening routine . . . They are terrible tattle tongues, almost as bad as Chantelle.
The kennel is well and happy. Bella is due to return to resume her duties and Scarlett is relieved. Sarah is busy plotting and Trebia is racing herself, keeping in fine form for Barrett's return. She notes that it sure isn't as much fun but is doable. Hounds are interesting critters.
The house crew enjoy the lovely days. There are favourite spots scoped out at the beginning of each season and well used by each Airedale. Piper is in her trench. Patti has her lair. Charlotte is so well hidden that it requires the Airedale-sniffometer to find her if she doesn't want to be found. Dolly generally is out in plain sight, as is Lori. Billy is barking wherever he is so isn't an issue. Rocky is so big that he would stand out in the rain forest. The babies are thriving. This was the beginning of the move to solid food, with a reasonable agreement that this option might be well received in time. There was the process of one foot in and one foot out, do a little dance and shake it all about . . . Several felt that additional flavour is imparted if you run through the lovely platter prior to putting any in your mouth. Others, cautiously sipped the formula from as freat a distance as could be managed, stretching their necks and standing poised for a quick get away. Still others were content to try the new meal by eating it away from the legs and backs of those that had had a closer communion with the meal. As days progress, more will find its way into the bellies. Until then, the bottle feeding continues.
Dinner for Our Ken was turkey with all of the trimmings. Lee had a lovely meal at Macaskills.
The kennel is well and happy. Bella is due to return to resume her duties and Scarlett is relieved. Sarah is busy plotting and Trebia is racing herself, keeping in fine form for Barrett's return. She notes that it sure isn't as much fun but is doable. Hounds are interesting critters.
The house crew enjoy the lovely days. There are favourite spots scoped out at the beginning of each season and well used by each Airedale. Piper is in her trench. Patti has her lair. Charlotte is so well hidden that it requires the Airedale-sniffometer to find her if she doesn't want to be found. Dolly generally is out in plain sight, as is Lori. Billy is barking wherever he is so isn't an issue. Rocky is so big that he would stand out in the rain forest. The babies are thriving. This was the beginning of the move to solid food, with a reasonable agreement that this option might be well received in time. There was the process of one foot in and one foot out, do a little dance and shake it all about . . . Several felt that additional flavour is imparted if you run through the lovely platter prior to putting any in your mouth. Others, cautiously sipped the formula from as freat a distance as could be managed, stretching their necks and standing poised for a quick get away. Still others were content to try the new meal by eating it away from the legs and backs of those that had had a closer communion with the meal. As days progress, more will find its way into the bellies. Until then, the bottle feeding continues.
Dinner for Our Ken was turkey with all of the trimmings. Lee had a lovely meal at Macaskills.
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