Life at Home

This post is for Jonny and Ming Ming, and also for Joanne Noragon ... they have missed reading about what happens around this place.

....We have drunk lots of tea..white tea, green tea, ginger tea....we love them all.

George had a mountain of ash logs delivered, we then had the great fun of wheel barrowing them around the fruit garden, up round the house, through the vegetable garden and up to the log store.

Our cheeks were glowing rosy by the time we finished that little job.

If the predictions of an arctic winter should come to pass, then at least we have plenty of logs to feed the Rayburn and the fires.   The log man didn't come alone, he had two wonderful canine friends with him...

One was very shy and stayed out of sight, however, this little chap was determined to have some attention, he is called  Monty.

The shy one is a rescue dog.   He spent the first nine months of his life confined to a kennel, no walks, no interaction.   The log man rescued him and he now has a wonderful life with Monty.

Show-off Sparky

Bennie plays hide and seek behind the books

The cats are having such a lot of fun - days are spent hunting mice and rats, running up trees, chasing Toby-dog, stalking the hens.

Then they spend cosy evenings indoors...Ben likes to find new and interesting places to hide from Sparky.

Here she is tucked between the wall and the books in our bedroom.

Toby watching the hens

Toby continues to plod along - here he is focused on the hens as they ramble around the woodland, he finds them fascinating...so do the cats.

Frankie, Boadicea, Xiao Ji and Isadora

Here are the girls.  Their new feathers are coming through thick and fast now, their combs are pinking up and they are happy and healthy.

They roam around the woodland from dawn to dusk scratting in the soil and doing chickeny things.

Today we left the woodland gate open and allowed them the freedom of the garden.    It didn't take them long to make their way across the gardens to the kitchen door.   It was almost like old times with the other hens.   Their characters are developing and they come running when we call or whistle for them.

Harry is settling well into school, he still gets tired at the end of the day, but then he is only four and a half years old!    He has a small speaking part in the school nativity play - he is to be the inn keeper.   George and I will be at his school a week on Monday when he makes his debut.

This little poppet is doing well, she is on the brink of walking by herself...just not quite ready to relinquish her hold on someone's finger or the furniture, even though they are scarcely needed.

I have also been having a major sort through my books and clothes.  Five huge sacks of clothes have gone to a charity shop in Louth, I have also thinned out some of the books from the Dressing Room.   If I could repeat this exercise many times over I could finally begin to live clutter-free...it won't happen, but I keep trying.
xx

PS  I am so excited about seeing you both in the summer.   Three whole weeks, wonderful!