Endless seas of birds flowing tide-like in skeins across the sky.
Clamouring their wild music as they call to each other in flight.
It has to be one of my favourite sounds. Reminding us that winter will be following along behind and that now is the time to stock pile.
Prince had a rough time last winter, his first. Weaned too early and put through the horse sales he ended up being starved and taken into the rescue center in January, an eight month old colt in a pitiful state. They weren't sure whether he'd survive or not. Due to their good work he did although he has that pot bellied 'golf ball on legs' appearance that is common to the previously starved. Hopefully he'll grow out of that in time.
He is an absolute sweetheart, full of mischievous character as a yearling should be. Even if he suggests it's tea time every hour or so.
He often calls Pongo in to confirm that the bucket is indeed empty.
|Prince - It is empty isn't it Gramps?|
Pongo - Fraid so son - try your best starving look - she ignores mine.
|Prince - OK Stand back - here goes.....|
Nope, doesn't seem to be working.
Despite what he says he has no need to worry this year.
We had our first walk on the beach without Tess. While I kept inadvertently checking for her, then realising with a gut-swooping sadness, the boys busied themselves with team-work, making me smile.
Rolf - Let's take it this way ChicoChico - Ok You pull and I'll push!
Home again and over in the nursery the Triplets will be three weeks old tomorrow. They are growing some amazing hair-do's.
|Triplets - Look at our amazing hair-do's!|
Aren't we just the most beautiful chicks you've ever seen?
Although there is amazing and then there is amaaazing!
Tweetie-Pie's mop-top changes overnight.
|Tweetie-Pie - What? WHAT?|