At last the geese are getting the hang of our plan.
I was down at the goose pond (defensive stick at the ready for my own protection). The geese were swimming.
As I came back from carting some wood down to the bonfire corner of the field, I left the “goose gate” open. For ages we had been trying to persuade the geese to walk through that gate and into the lush perimeter strip of “set aside” pasture around the perimeter of the field. They didn’t like the idea and refused to budge. But this afternoon they followed me into the long grass and began to graze on the tall vegetation. Well done.
Not the finished article but more than half way there
You, me and the very well trained dog
On the Wednesday walk. Anyone know the name of this beautiful blue flowering tree/shrub?
When I returned home mum came out into the garden for some sunshine and a cuddle with a gosling.
Diane got a gosling cuddle too
Four weeks old and taller than mum
And another visitor to see mum
An unexpected visit from Carmen
Take home some rhubarb please!
And then mum strokes Little ‘Un as I feed him from his bottle
Mum has morning cuddles with a 3 day old gosling
My own private rainbow
As I watered the plants in the courtyard the sun shone on the water and produced “my own private rainbow”.
