Well…..it would seem that Curly cat has decided to lose her freedom and become a house cat.
The other night, I heard a mewling outside the kitchen door, and was astonished to see Curly cat sitting there, bold as brass giving Sam the eye!
This is a rather unnerving development, as Curly usually sticks to her shed in the back garden, where she sleeps, or the front garden, where she hangs out all day. For her to show up in the courtyard like this is worrying, as the dogs are always out there.
Anyway, as Curly was determined to get in, I let her sit in the lounge with daughter and her partner, away from the dogs, an arrangement she seemed to approve of, then I let her out for the night. The next morning, once again, Curly was crying outside the kitchen door, and once again came in. The problem is though, I now have no idea where Curly is likely to be….and I don’t want her getting hurt or tumbled by the dogs.
I suspect the three of them had a run in recently as the dogs were sporting scratched faces and Curly had a bite on her head. Fortunately, these injuries were all superficial.
I don’t know where this is all going, but it seems to be moving in the right direction.
Sam, on the other hand, has FINALLY gained his freedom. Each time we’ve let him off his lead in the past, he’s galloped off into the distance, totally refusing to come back, with Annie after him, herding him in ever wider circles.
So we’ve been training Annie off the lead while keeping Sam on an extending one. Finally, on the last two beach runs, we’ve let His Lordship off with Annie.
And guess what….he runs off, we call him……and he COMES back, even when there’s a gull to chase or a jelly fish to sniff. Wonders never cease eh?
So far we’ve only let him off on a deserted beach……and always had a pocketfull of his favourite biscuits….
It’s been an amazing year for herring gulls at the rescue, as 99% of all the tiny chicks that have come in have flourished and been released.
Yesterday, seven more were rounded up for release. Now….catching herring gulls flying free in an aviary is NOT easy and blood is often spilt! Not the gull’s you understand, just the staff’s. This time around I was only required to be ready with the carry cases, opening and closing them after each bird was popped in, so I came out of the fiasco unscathed. I was on hand with plasters and a sympathetic smile for the injured though.
And, on the same day, I had the pleasure of releasing four pigeons in my garden. This is such a joy, let me tell you. I can’t describe how it feels to see the birds finally free and flying. Some don’t seem to want to go straightaway though, and often linger for a while, which is lovely for me.
It’s great to see them familiarizing themselves with their new world. These two have come back to my feeders today. Wouldn’t it be marvelous if they chose to stay in my garden.
In other news, daughter is now the new guide for the Liverpool ghost walks, and I am the new marshal. My job is to herd the people and keep them altogether, which is just as hard as trying to herd cats. The ghost walks raise funds for the rescue and are very popular.
Well, while daughter was in the Cathedral cemetery, strutting her stuff, I noticed HUNDREDS of bats….and a large foxhole…..so I shall no doubt be boring you all with bat posts soon…..
And I must say it’s been a FANTASTIC year for the veg. I’ve never had so many tomatoes, cucumbers and courgettes, along with fresh salad, spring onions, spinach and rocket.
I’m also beginning to enjoy my potatoes, which I think I’m going to have by the sack load, and I have a great crop of carrots and onions waiting to be picked.
And finally……I had a good hard think about my back garden, and have decided to completely re-design it next spring. It will be a huge project but by hook or by crook, I will have GRASS…..lovely natural green grass!!! Yes!!!!