larking about

well we were larking about, and this sky lark flew past; not easy to see at the best of times and then they fly off making a dreadful noise, up in the sky giving us rocks. It could be a pippit I suppose, but the little white line on the wings suggests lark.

love

and here is miss venterdon 2006 herself. H, eat your heart out.

maternal advice

this is mum giving me the benefit of her years of accumulated wisdom. This was about how to train humans properly, how they need three walks a day, and where the biscuit tin is.

charades

one word, sounds like moo, eats grass?

No, you clots, it's SPOTTTT!!!!

Jimmy H is back by the way

speedwell and paw

field speedwell and hind leg of dog, I like the lovely light grey black of my left hind paw which sets off the sky blue of the speedwell rather well.
Vanity thy name is mutt face. Harriet?

heroic postures

here's a good one of me looking rather noble, on a very pleasant April afternoon only marred by Uncle Max going off on one of his adventures because the burglar alarm went off. He ran off. Unfortunately, because he only has 4 neurones, he gets completely lost if he goes more than 50 yards from home. Fortunately he is very friendly, and everyone knows he's one of the Orchard House gang, and he has his convict tag around his neck.