Little buggers
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♥May. 17th, 2014 // 07:04 am♥
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I was up Far Too Early this morning, because TWWOTV phoned to say that the boys were in her garden....
We left them outside last night, and it looks as though one of them leant on the gate until the top bar snapped and it pinged open. Why they couldn't have just then eaten the grass on the verges is beyond me, but they seem to have spent most of the night in her garden instead. Sigh.
(Looking at the video, in which they barely feature, they were in the stableyard at 12:30, so I guess that it was after that that they made their break for freedom.) |
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Portion control
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♥May. 17th, 2014 // 01:32 pm♥
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Given their night of muching away at TWWOTV's lawn*, and the fact that they're looking a wee bit tubby anyway, the boys got their grazing muzzles on for the morning. Baby was incredibly unimpressed, although I think that GB figured out how it works, as he had his head down. They've got them off now, because Mike's soft.
* I actually don't think that they were in there all night, and it wasn't entirely voluntary: she has a knee-high fence around part of the lawn, which completely fails in its intended role of stopping her rats dogs from running out into the road. The boys had stepped (uphill) over it but didn't want to try the higher downhill return trip. So instead they huddled in the corner of her garden, doing little 'help, help' terrified poos, until it got light.
Mike had some errands to run this morning, and I wanted to get some wool for a project, so we took Jodie with us. It was mostly terribly dull, sitting in the car, but I did take her for a look at the bunnies in Pets At Home while Mike was in B&Q buying things to repair the gate. I got her a puzzle game, and it took her about a minute to find the treat that I'd put on the rug next to it, about a minute to figure out how to open the flap, and about a minute to hoover up all of the treats inside, including the 'difficult to get' ones. She's either secretly really smart or just very lucky. Given how ineffectual she's shown herself to be at chasing squirrels on the stableyard fence (the gate was open. It was not necessary to try to climb over the fence, and randomly hurling yourself at it is even less likely to be useful...), I'm guessing it's the latter.
Edit: Oh, my mistake. She hasn't actually got all the treats, she's just lost interest. I've just shown her that there are still treats inside, and she looked at me as if to say "I don't understand! Why won't you give me the treats? I don't understand! Please will you give them to me?" |
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Butter
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♥May. 17th, 2014 // 05:28 pm♥
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One of this morning's errands was a trip to the farm shop: we wanted to try their bacon, and were nearly out of milk. I hadn't realised that they sell Proper Milk, with nothing but bottling done to it: I got a bottle of that and a tub of their cream, because I've wanted to have a go at making butter for a while.
I'm rather surprised that none of our cook books give instructions. I even, in desperation but with awareness that any instructions were unlikely to involve a Kenwood Chef, looked at my Omar's school domestic science text book, which contains such helpful information for pioneering farmer's wives as how to cut up a cow: it has a section on making cheese, but not one on butter. Too hot in the veldt, presumably.
Ah well: the internet will provide, and it's not like it's *that* complicated.
Much to their annoyance, the boys have their muzzles back on: Mike continues to be soft, but I told him that it was that or no hay overnight, and he relented. GB does seem to have figured out how to eat through it, but the last time I looked the Baby was just lying down, going "I am weak! Weak with hunger!"
I've been staining the garden furniture. I *was* going to say that I'd done all the small chairs, but I just looked on the front patio and remembered that there are a couple of them out there as well. |
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Buttery
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♥May. 17th, 2014 // 09:00 pm♥
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