Monday, 30 June 2008
Sunday, 29 June 2008
Friday, 27 June 2008
Thursday, 26 June 2008
Youngest son mid-meal - fork skill training failure
This nightmare scene takes place AT LEAST once a day (we all eat together at this house) whilst maintaining full flow of conversation - usually with plentiful gesturing. I tried.
On a much more pleasant note turkey chicks are emerging from incubation and joining bantam chicks in the kitchen (courtesy of eldest son), and I am posting photos of process - bronze turkeys for Christmas now available (in dwarf form - some feeding and rearing necessary before dining can commence)
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Monday, 23 June 2008
Sunday, 22 June 2008
Monday, 16 June 2008
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Skipper illegally crossing public footbridge (for walkers only) this boy only fit for the clink I think
Two new goldfish, in their biube, which is supposed to be self-cleaning, and is a triumph of advertising over reality. The third fish, a goggle eyed black moor, died within the week. He is sadly missed. With his rubbish eyesight, and incredibly slow swimming speed he never stood a chance. It wasn't until it was too late that I discovered that fancy fish can't compete with standard goldfish. His death lies heavy on my conscience.
Results of poultry breeding, and artificial incubation, living in porch of farmhouse until older
Revolting terrier, who never comes when called and pretends she's never seen this family before when we turn up to collect her from wherever she has decided to visit (otherwise called running away). She is slightly smelly, quite awesomely scruffy, and a complete embarrassment as a canine companion. She's a Patterdale (don't ever buy one, not even in a moment of weakness)
STOP PRESS: the ducklings were returned, with some success, to their mother, who quacked her way back to the garden 12 hours later to reclaim them. The ducklings heard her from the kitchen. Isn't mother nature clever?
And finally today, if it uploads, Skipper's first jumping lesson, after about 7 days of trotting poles only. Bringing a new meaning to 'style and confidence over the fences', and that's just me. I'm wondering if Zara Phillips needs to borrow the horse now her own Olympic hope has an injury, obviously my horse is at least as talented as her Toytown - just lacking opportunities.