Woke up it was a Chelsea morning....
Not so much about bees. Written Saturday morning while making damson jam.
We're having a rest from Goose Fair Weather. The sun is shining and the sky is fairly blue. We ate our breakfast on the decking in the sunshine. The bees were busy helping themselves to the new wave of ivy flowers that have opened in the late sunshine and it was a perfect time to appreciate the good things about our lives.
I may have mentioned that we are planning for the arrival of chickens into our lives. More accurately we are planning for the arrival of hens. Somehow, in our suburban paradise, I feel the insertion of a cockerel into lazy Sunday mornings might not make for domestic harmony. Our neighbours have absorbed the news of our novice bee keeping with good humour, they've even put up with the Saturday and Sunday power tool show that has been chicken run building but 5 am crowing on a weekend? Well we're British. It would be like lighting up a cigarette in a no smoking area. There would be stern looks and letters to The Times. While we are lucky enough not to live in an area where neigbourly issues are dealt with by a large chap called Bubba who brings round his 12 bore I'm not keen to upset anyone. Besides which I don't want to be woken at the crack of dawn either.
I should mention at this point that we do not own a car. We have never owned a car. This frequently elicits gasps of horror, a little like confessing you prefer to wear rubber at the weekends or GASP you don't drink alcohol. (I don't and I do in that order though i'm sure you didn't really want to know) However it does mean that occasionally we have to get a taxi or ask one of our very kind car owning friends to take us places.
So we'd arranged that friends would give us a lift to the rescue centre where we are planning to get our ex battery hens. Regrettably it seems the rescue centre is so busy they don't answer the phone. So our chicken run remains palatial yet sadly chicken free. I will let you know what happens. By hook or by crook I plan to have chickens in the garden by next Saturday.
We have agreed to give a home to a small grey kitten. She's about 8 weeks old, the prettiest shades of grey and white and has a damaged hind leg. Good freinds of ours, one of whom is a vet who does work for the RSPCA (for non brits this is a charity called the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. They rescue neglected, abused or abandoned animals and where possible treat them and re-home them-They also prosecute people who neglect, abuse or abandon animals and where possible rehome them in prisons) Yon small kitten was brought to Erica's practice by the RSPCA inspector who said she'd been dropped at their facility by a bloke claiming to have found her damaged. When he asked if he could have her back after treated it became clear that he was trying to get free care for an animal he had not adequately protected so they took her away.
The long and the short of it. Cute kitten picture on Facebook.
Woman who has recently sent her beautiful son to university. Really cute little kitten needs home......Yup. She's arriving Tuesday.
Facebook message arrives later in the day "Oh Mum, I'm coming home next weekend to see you"
Brilliant!!! anything to do with cute kitten?
Happy Sunday.
Katherine
I should mention at this point that we do not own a car. We have never owned a car. This frequently elicits gasps of horror, a little like confessing you prefer to wear rubber at the weekends or GASP you don't drink alcohol. (I don't and I do in that order though i'm sure you didn't really want to know) However it does mean that occasionally we have to get a taxi or ask one of our very kind car owning friends to take us places.
So we'd arranged that friends would give us a lift to the rescue centre where we are planning to get our ex battery hens. Regrettably it seems the rescue centre is so busy they don't answer the phone. So our chicken run remains palatial yet sadly chicken free. I will let you know what happens. By hook or by crook I plan to have chickens in the garden by next Saturday.
We have agreed to give a home to a small grey kitten. She's about 8 weeks old, the prettiest shades of grey and white and has a damaged hind leg. Good freinds of ours, one of whom is a vet who does work for the RSPCA (for non brits this is a charity called the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. They rescue neglected, abused or abandoned animals and where possible treat them and re-home them-They also prosecute people who neglect, abuse or abandon animals and where possible rehome them in prisons) Yon small kitten was brought to Erica's practice by the RSPCA inspector who said she'd been dropped at their facility by a bloke claiming to have found her damaged. When he asked if he could have her back after treated it became clear that he was trying to get free care for an animal he had not adequately protected so they took her away.
The long and the short of it. Cute kitten picture on Facebook.
Woman who has recently sent her beautiful son to university. Really cute little kitten needs home......Yup. She's arriving Tuesday.
Facebook message arrives later in the day "Oh Mum, I'm coming home next weekend to see you"
Brilliant!!! anything to do with cute kitten?
Happy Sunday.
Katherine
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