Poor Gussie.
I took this photo on Sunday evening after we had finished supper.
Nothing is ever wasted here, and OH was busy stripping the roast chicken joint for any meat before the bones were made into stock, ready for another meal.
Monster had already stolen OH’s chair at the table and was hopeful, always hopeful. Everyone got a piece(s) except for Pepper who has a bad reaction/intolerance to chicken. She got a pile of her biccies, which she adores so didn’t really mind. I think she now understands that chicken makes her miserable and ill.
Breakfast today was a windy affair.
And then very rainy so I spent some of my morning attacking the 1985 Diaries – tidying them up and making the format similar to the one I have at last settled on 75 years later! It hasn’t helped either that WordPress changed their methods too.
I still can’t read some of the diary pages. If you fancy a stab at it, let me know your results. All help is most welcome.
Later in the day, waiting for me on my doorsteap were the ducks who were asking for their tea. Everyone always asks for something around here.
And then ‘Ster appeared too. He was asking for biscuits – obviously.
As was Gussie. He does love a biccie.
Pepper was optimistic she might get something.
And Monster was asking to be let out. My family are very communicative.
Floss and I were an hour early for my hospital appointment yesterday (yes, on a Sunday) so, to fill in time, we went on an expedition.
I have always known there was a small beach in Lerwick but have never been able to find it.
Yesterday, armed with Google maps and Floss to read me the instructions, between us we found the Sands of Sound – a lovely sandy beach quietly tucked away on the south side of Lerwick. I felt we almost drove through folks’ gardens and backyards to get to it. But we managed.
There is a small burn that runs onto the beach – the Burn of Sound.
Houses to the north east.
The beach wasn’t very busy – just three people at a table drinking tea and playing the board game, “Carcassonne”, like you do (there was definitely an Alice-in-Wonderland vibe).
There is also “island” in the middle (which worried me greatly) called the Holm of Sound.
On there, I could see a flock of sheep grazing and all I could think about was whether they were marooned or not, should I call the Coastguard, should I go and swim them back across, what were they doing for water? What would Lambie do?
But I calmed down when the Carcassonne-playing folk told me that the island is actually attached to the mainland at low tide and the sheep can walk across easily. Phew. Panic over.
I went back to enjoying the utter calm and serenity of the beach. It was a lovely find.
We were doing the chores this morning when Pepper arrived with a baby rabbit in her mouth that looked very dead. I told her the command “dead” and she immediately (if grudgingly) dropped it at my feet. Luckily I had a bag of chopped carrots for the ancient horses and ponies’ buckets so I give her a few as a thank you.
Baby bunny twitched and now looked alive so I picked it up and looked around for a baby bunny safe place while I finished the chores.
The hay-filling container was perfect – deep and full of comfortable hay. I put baby bunny in there and went back with my work (first warning OH not to use the container as he would crush little bun).
Chores done and we put Pepper away in the house.
Baby bunny seemed ok and not damaged.
But where had it come from? I didn’t know so decided on putting bunny by my shed to hop under. I know another family of bunnies live there and I’ve read Watership Down so am hoping they will adopt bunny and show it how to get home.
Bunny didn’t move for a while so I gently put my hand under and it hopped away under the shed.
Hopefully everyone lethal is contained at home.
Later Pepper went for a walk on a lead so she couldn’t go and find baby bunny again.
Oh yes, Pepper, I know exactly what you are capable of.
And just now, I looked under my shed and could see no baby bunny evidence so I am going to tell myself it is now tucked up in bed happy and well, feeling a little surprised from the encounter with Pepper.
Breakfast this morning involved all the big ones outside the wee shed…..
….. while Fivla and Vitamin had taken up residence so I put their buckets in with them and they shared their space nicely, like two best friends.
Collecting the empty buckets later, I could see no one intended to leave. Fair enough, I thought. You’ve made your choices.
That was until Kolka barged in. She wanted the salt-lick that hangs just beside the door frame.
And so Floss and I finished up the morning chores, put the sheep out and went inside to have our well-deserved breakfas. Animals before people is the motto here.
We were on our way out to go to my Saturday morning volunteer job at Transition Turriefield, when I noticed Haakon and Iacs standing around by themselves looking unmotivated and directionless.
So their leader, Kolka, was still in the wee shed then.
And so were Fivla and Vitamin who were looking a bit unimpressed and blocked in.
I went into the shed and told Kolka to leave, there were two old men who needed her guidance and direction.
Kolka understood her mission and left.
She knew that if she didn’t then Haakon and Iacs would still be standing by the gate wondering what to do next for the rest of the day. They really would.
Eventually Fivla and Vitamin left the wee shed too, now that their way wasn’t blocked. So all good but honestly it is Kolka who is the boss here but sometimes she can’t decide who to boss first.
