Crashed out cats yawning in the heat
Plum picking early so that Sue from the Blackcat Farmshop can collect before opening time
It will be too hot to cook later so I’m getting it done early
New life at The Gables
Dear Lemon (one of our oldest and most intelligent Bantam hens) has been sitting on seven eggs. They began to pip (first crack forming) last night at locking up time. this morning five have hatched – so far. Well done dear Lemon.
Meghan is growing fast and to mark her maturity I ordered her a grown up collar to match those of her mother and aunt.
As the sun begins to sink through the trees
A murder of crows roost in the copse at the far side of the field
The sun rising through the trees
Early morning view from a window
Plums, plums and more plums
We keep discovering plum trees in our hedges. Plus there are the plum trees that we planted and the amazing Victoria plum tree that we inherited. The plums near the greenhouse were in a tree that we didn’t notice before (how did we miss it?).
We pretend we are living in “normal” times
As we walk the footpaths alongside the ripening fields of barley and wheat. Then my co walkers pose for a socially distanced photograph and the illusion is shattered.
Pretty in pink
On the move
Mama and her three chicks have moved to a bigger run near the house.
