I drove into Craven Arms this morning for supplies and the drive took my breath away. The whole countryside is a mass of vibrant green and frothy white. The hawthorn bushes are in full flower – long racemes of white on those not managed and big blobs of white on those that have been cut. The verges are full of white meadowsweet with the odd bit of colour provided by the red and pink campion.
Everything feels calm and relaxed after a stormy April, just getting ready for what, we hope, will be a long hot summer!
When I was still working in an office I remember being given a list of motivational sayings written by the latest management guru. It was the usual kind of stuff but the one I remember to this day is “Always take time to smell the roses”.
I never used to like roses but now I can’t get enough of them – the same with olives. I hit my 30th birthday and – ping – turned from an olive hater to someone who can eat a whole jar in one sitting.
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I got up early this morning and took the dogs for an early morning walk to make up for the fact that they would be spending a lonely day in the lounge as I ran a course in the dining room.
The forecast for the day was dismal but I enjoyed some lovely morning sun and was treated to the rare sight of 3 roe deer peering at me from the field next door. Luckily the dogs didn’t spot them so
I got to watch them for the whole walk.
The dogs did spot the 3 canadian geese that seem to have settled in the field. They tentatively ran towards them then veered off when they got close and realised quite how big they were.
It was lovely and cosy sitting in the guest sun/dining room with the rain coming down and some very beautiful but angry looking clouds moving rapidly past. I have a rare guest free day tomorrow so I have plans to spend it sitting in the very comfy new sofas in the dining room with copious cups of tea, a good book and a packet of biscuits.
The chickens have got a favourite laying spot in the shed under Rob’s workbench. Lots of hay there – perfect.
But there’s been a bit of a mystery as the nest keeps getting completely fluffed up with the eggs getting hidden underneath
We’ve assumed a hedgehog has been going in there when it was cold.
I said to Rob – “Chickens seemed to have stopped laying in the shed” and he replied “There were 3 eggs in there when I looked this morning”
So I went out and started searching in the mussed up hay and there are 3 eggs.
I put the eggs to one side whilst I remade the nest. Mitsi is there with me and instantly starts covering the eggs up with the hay using her nose!
She’s quite keen on a raw egg and she is a bit of a bury-er or chews. She has obviously been covering them up for later eating