Duckies
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♥Jun. 8th, 2014 // 02:37 pm♥
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They're a lot bolder than they were, and do wander outside every so often of their own accord, but they're still spending most of the day inside. I'm not *entirely* certain that they've figured out a) that their pellets are food or b) how to use their feeder; certainly, they aren't eating as many of them as they should, although they're getting good at scoffing grain when I put it in a bowl of water for them. They are picking at grass and bugs when they're outside, but I'm not sure that they're spending enough time doing it. I don't really want to shut them outside, but I think that I might have to if I'm going to stop them just hiding in their food-free house.
Have finally given up and deleted Wikipedia from my phone. It's been a bit of a pain for a while -- having to delete and then re-download it every time my phone needed to have space for a big iOS update -- but it was that or actually sort through my photos, and.... nah. Bye bye, Wikipedia. You were occasionally useful when I didn't have internet access.
No idea what this one is, but it's quite pretty:
On the basis that those purple orchids we saw early in the year turned out to be Early Purple Orchids, I'm guessing that these spotty jobbies that there are masses of in the woods must be Common Spotted Orchids:
Jodie's leg was a wee bit red when the vet took the rest of the stitches out ("Oh, no, it's not come unzipped has it...?" "No, you just didn't take allthe stitches out...." "Oops....", but it's settled down now. There was a bit right in the middle that was gaping a tiny bit, but it had scabbed over by last night. (It's not scabbed over now, on account of walk and then lying in a puddle so I had to let her go in the pond, and then clean it, but it *was*, and that means that it will be again....)
My arm's a bit sore today, which I suspect is due to some or all of going out for a hack (I did ride one handed, though, as it was a bit painful in the canter); holding GB still when the Baby objected to having his hat put on and fled, snapping his tie-up in the process; mucking out; poo picking and then taking the wheelbarrow down the hill to check I could; and sleeping funny. Actually, my chief suspect is the bit where I was holding the reins in my bad hand while shutting the gate, and GB yanked them off me so that he could eat. Git. |
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