twigs

the boss says lurchers aren't bright enough to twig this, barking mad I say.











and the BBC showed this picture! the boss is v pleased, see
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/4472970.stm

chasing

and Harri got off her bottom for a bit of a run around, not that she can keep up with me, oh what a lovely birthday.

snow

well, it was worth waiting for, wasn't it. Even mum got frisky.

nightmares

talking of nightmares, here are two we met earlier this year, plus lesser spotted heath orchid, wild camera and book on flowers, all in a field of Cornish bladderseed (eaten in this case by the villains in the picture)

good night all

Stoke Climsland

This is the view from the bottom of my garden. Stoke Climsland Church looms over us all sending out ringing messages to the faithful. Lily and Frodo live on Kit Hill (just visible in the background like a great geological breast feeding Cornwall). And there is still no news of the missing ducks. Is there anything that young farmers won't eat? Am I safe?

orange trees

Autumn is late but now it is deep and colourful, tomorrow it will snow, and everything will stop.
I am looking out of the window, waiting for the snow. It never snows on my birthday.

The boss has fenced us in, who will come and let us out? Lurchers unite, down with 6 foot fences. This is my barkist manifesto. More biscuits, down with the walking classes .... must go, supper is calling