Sunday, July 21, 2013

Glorious Moon

The moon is so stunning.




Thursday, July 11, 2013

Ducks!

My ducklings have grown up! They are beautiful in feather and personality. They are very calm, friendly little birds - a joy to have around.



Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Job Definitions


Nina, my recently acquired Great Pyrenees, has decided it's time to rewrite her job description. She's been living in the fenced yard of my rental house watching over two ponies. Yesterday she climbed the fence and went exploring. It may be warm summer weather, but there's still no lack of mud.

The ponies spend the day under the power lines munching the plentiful grass. I took the quad up to fetch them down tonight, and was shortly followed by my big white dog. The ponies weren't where I expected, and Nina followed us up the other way as well.

Once we were all together we made a very interesting sight. Little black Lucy the Border Collie streaked out in front, followed by me on the quad going as slowly as I could manage. Quite a ways back trotted Nina. Some distance behind here were the two ponies.

At least she should sleep well tonight, and stay in the yard with the ponies. I'm not sure where to go from here. Nina seems to feel she should be coming along with Lucy and I when I take the quad out, but Pyrs aren't known for sticking around. She did today, so maybe she's an exception. It is, obviously, time to set up some more hot wire.

Friday, July 05, 2013

Bittersweet Reading

I've just finished listening to Maeve Binchy's A Week in Winter. I'm feeling sad, because Ms Binchy died last year, and there will be no new groups of people to get to know and love, no new wonderful places created by her fertile mind. At least I can go back and renew my acquaintance with her previous creations.

I very much enjoyed A Week in Winter, as I have every  one of Maeve Binchy's books. She weaves a tale of Stone House and the people connected to it into a beautiful, comforting blanket you can wrap around your shoulders while you sink into life in the west of Ireland. Sharing the lives of each of the characters, the situations and decisions that lead them to Stone House, helps me look at people with new eyes, and new appreciation.

Maeve Binchy will be sorely missed. I'm grateful she has left behind a legacy of tales.