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Post #25 Snow Dogs

Dogs love snow, it sends them whappy!  Whilst it’s difficult for us to trudge through the drifts, the dogs chase snowballs & each other.

Snow Dogs

There’s always hares on the field where we walk, but they usually ‘hare’ off & are quickly camouflaged.  The dogs half-heartedly run after & then give up.  Today I could see many against the snow at the opposite side of the field which was criss-crossed by their distinctive tracks.  The dogs were snuffling in the scrapes where the hares had rested, revealing the ground underneath.

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After an exhilarating walk, I had a good day, dipping in & out of two or three clients’ work all day, plenty to keep me busy working from home. It’s Friday with more snow forecast & as I write this, it’s already more than an inch deep – more fun for the dogs 🙂

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Post #24 Feed the Birdie

Blackbirds love cheese 🙂  I had a bird table at my last house, but left it behind when we sold & moved.  Then I lived with my son, his wife, small back yard & a cat or two so it wasn’t really fair to attract birds into the garden.  Since moving here to my own home, a bird table has been on my shopping list.  When the weather turned to ice & snow, I left bird food on the top of a wheelie bin at the bottom of the garden where I could see the birds from my window.  Perhaps not as attractive to look at as a bird table, but at least the birds were fed, & that’s what matters.

How do the birds know where to come for food when it’s not been there before & how do they know it’s edible?  Is it extremely keen vision or do the birds see you pottering about, leaving scraps behind?  No sooner as I’d put a mix of crumbs, cheese & sultanas on the bin & retreated to the house, I was watching a blackbird tuck in.

The following day, the fourth with snow on the ground, a number of hungry seagulls were wheeling around my garden, beady eyes on the food.  However it appeared that there was insufficient room to land on the bin as they soon departed.

Flock of seagulls

At a previous house many years ago I remember watching a sparrow hawk plummet into the hawthorn hedge immediately outside the window.  It quickly grabbed a sparrow & flew off, almost before I realised what had happened!  In the garden of another home, there was a holly tree full of red berries until one winter afternoon a flock of birds descended & loudly stripped it bare in a matter of minutes.  They were bigger than sparrows, but smaller than a thrush & later research revealed them to be redwings, a member of the thrush family.  According to RSPB information, redwings overwinter in the UK, but are rarely seen in gardens, except when snow covers the fields, their usual habitat.  We were privleged to witness their brief arrival & fight to prevent starvation.

Redwing

Post #23 Exhausted

This isn’t actually a picture of my exhaust, but all rusted up, it could’ve been, had I’d been able to crawl under the car to take the photo.

Exhaust

It was my neighbour who asked me how long my exhaust had sounded like that.  Sounded like what? I’d not noticed anything amiss driving around with the radio on & my windows closed.

As I do a fair amount of driving to clients & meetings & on the motorway too, I wanted to get it fixed sooner rather than later.  Well, the best laid plans were disrupted by snow, then I was panicking that driving over all the drifts would catch & pull it off.  So at the first opportunity today, I took it to the dealer.  He asked whether I was sitting down when he phoned a short while later.  Three replacement parts were required!  I had no choice, the work needed doing, so I gave my authorisation.

It’s a reliable car, but old, so bits are going to need fixing, just so long as it’s still cheaper to run than buying a newer one.  I’d love a new car, but it’s an extravagence at the moment & at least with this one, I don’t worry too much when a wet & dirty labrador clambers inside it.  One look inside & anyone can see it’s a dog lovers car.  I remember only too well my first husband’s constant anxiety about his cars.  Always wittling about scratches & damage, dust & dirt, complaining when I scuffed the wheels by parking too close to the kerb.  I guess it’s all about priorities & to me a car is a box on wheels to get me from A to B with the least amount of fuss 🙂

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