10/10/2012 § 1 Comment
As I stirred my porridge this morning and looked out of the window, a golden glow seemed to cast a magic spell over the sleepy, still garden.
Golden confetti floats from our garden birch, with every breath of a breeze, but all was eerily, completely still as the grey morning light rose to greet the day. There was quacking from the henhouse, of course. The moment the back door opens and the collies stream out in a ripple of black and white to investigate the cat-smells and night visitors to the garden, Flora – from within her safe little house, starts quacking and hurling herself at the door, to be let out and have a flap!
This morning, Belle was waiting at the end of her ramp, for an early morning kiss …
‘Her Quackiness’ is now, pecking at the back door, with Misty’s nose pressed menacingly against the glass (from the other side)! Misty and Flora don’t have quite such a lovey-ducky relationship.
What a difference from that little duckling who travelled home with us, from Cornwall, a year and a half ago …
Enjoy Autumn, in all her glory.
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