Spring: Swings and Roundabouts
We got out of bed this morning to snow! scant covering and small numbers of flakes but chilly and dreich. Nevertheless I got on with the ‘spring’ clean for Ollie’s visit. Pup stopped me sweeping the rug with the handbrush – he got hold of my hand with his mouth and sat down. Next he climbed on my back whilst I was bent over sweeping. Finally in an effort to stop me discarding anything valuable (his idea of valuable and mine are poles apart) he took to rooting through the bin bag just incase I had thrown out his special bits of cardboard or nettle stalks.
I moved on to his favourite cleaning technique – mopping. He insisted on sitting on the next bit I needed to do shuffling forward reluctantly as I went. Then he went and sat on the wet gooy bit just behind the mop. He supervised me with the vacuum and attempted to do the feather dusting. Lastly as I tried to was the leather sofa he kept sitting on the wet bits.
Next was the bathroom and I managed to sneak in and do that without being watched and then the kitchen. I had just stopped to have breakfast when a text arrived. The snow at Ollies house was heavier and they wanted to know what ours was like. In due course a decision was made to postpone and since it has gone on the same all day and since the hills between here and there were invisible in the snow clouds I think it was sensible.
Now I know what you are thinking – I took that picture another day because there is no snow. Not true – that was at lunchtime today, yesterday those were tight buds, aren’t they bonny? Speaking of bonny we have a joke with my ex Community Councillor colleague who always says “if you want it bonny as Johnny” – Johnny being him and the work he does is bonny because he takes time to do a good job. As I got on to the estate road he was on the way up in his car; I called Pup and popped him on his lead and the car was pulled over and we had a chat.
We were discussing this and that when a familiar furry face appeared behind him – Fergus; pleased to say this time his person was just behind him. Pup didn’t notice his pal since he was too busy investigating important stuff but Dog did notice and started to yip. Fergus’s person walked right past the top of the road instead of turning for home which got Dog wound up and in turn Pup got silly even though he didn’t have a clue why.
After going our separate ways the boys and I followed the same path as yesterday (where I found these daffs) and then went straight on to the unused farm and on towards the stubble field which is now half ploughed. Pup went into the small piece of scrubby woodland and I saw a bouncing dark and white something; Pup hadn’t noticed and came back on the same route while the bouncing thing jumped the burn onto the path – nice little Roe Doe. I however didn’t get a photo because someone (black and furry) decided to jump up and lick the camera lens!
I had tethered Pup for a minute to make sure he didn’t see the doe and decided to chase; once she had disappeared I released his leash and walked the dogs further along the track, hoping to get a picture of her in the field. I got luckier with this picture instead:
Three Roe Does running off across the field. I know they are Roe Does because I checked out deer identification on this blog – do go take a look he is a very talented young writer (and he lives in Scotland too).
We turned back after that and took a road through the farm buildings, past a tractor and plough and along the road to the sawmill. Alongside us a mallard duck flushed off the burn and we could see birds flying around and hear them calling – in particular a very insistent male chaffinch sat in a tree. We walked round until we could join the path we used yesterday since I wanted to test Pup;s attention to the gloves again.
Looking carefully under a large beech tree I noticed primroses poking their leaves out of their earthy winter bed, as well as more daffodil which Pup had to be told to leave alone – he wanted to eat the flowers. They are poisonous was the best reason for him not doing it but they are also joyful to see after our winter!
A little later when Dog stopped for a toilet moment I spotted Oak Galls
The next thing I knew Pup had decided that refinding the gloves a few minutes ago was just too boring. He ferreted around in a broom bush and emerged with what I thought was a blue and white handkerchief … fortunately it was a retrieve he dropped at my feet rather than to hand since it turned out to be soiled underpants – what a classy retriever I have!
So there you have it a day of ups and downs, changing plans, changing weather: Spring Swings and Roundabouts indeed!