When I opened the henhouse door, Perch ran out and headed to her ivy bower, as usual. When she was still busying herself I decided to shoot some video. If you want cute, mute your sound. If you want a taste of my suffering, turn your sound up all the way. Mind you, where I was filming is more than twice as far from the source of the sound as the house is, and noise like this has been grinding on for three weeks now!
But the show must go on. I finished chores and gave Bittersweet a few scritches on my way to the house.
|His nose is NOT as long as this photo makes it look|
Bittersweet is so funny; when I love on him his tail goes straight up like a warthog's!
From the house I headed to the garden to "shop," pausing on the way to admire the view:
Fresh on Friday: a handful of fresh raspberries for breakfast,
a mess of rhubarb for a crisp,
I'm still freezing peaches, too; I put another dozen pints up today.
It was a busy day, and now I can rest. The quiet that nighttime brings is as refreshing as the cool breeze. Aaaah.....
That's it for now from . . .