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In the bushes.
Mike and I were standing looking out of the kitchen window earlier.
"I wonder what that is, under that bush," I thought, just as Mike said "Is that a bunny under that bush?"
He went off to get the binoculars, as I thought "It's just a funny shaped branch... with a head and ears... it can't possibly be a deer, we don't get them and it would have to be a very young one. Must just be a funny shaped branch."
"It's a deer!" Mike said.
It appears that the previous owners left something other than dog toys strewn around the garden: they also forgot to take one of their statues away with them, presumably because it was hidden by the bush's leaves when they moved.
She's quite sweet, really. We'll have to find somewhere *slightly* less discrete for her to move to!
Jodie is a pathetic little thing, today. Mike gave her her pain pills at about half six, but when I got up an hour later she just lay on the floor and whimpered continuously. She was doing the same thing an hour later still, so I called the vet to see if it was something to worry about. The one I spoke to said it was most likely to be disorientation, rather than pain, but to take her in if she was still bad by lunch time. It's true that she did settle down when I sat and stroked her, but then that could have been either security or just being distracted from the pain. Still, she came out with us to do the boys, and we made her a little nest of their rugs on the grass by the school, which she mostly stayed on rather than lying in the wet. She's just had her 'walk', up the field and back down it, and seems to be both relieved that she doesn't have to go out when she feels grotty and bewildered that she's not getting to go for a romp in the woods. The whimpering does seem to have died down, now, which is good.
The boys are out in the field today, which is a relief. The top of the field is coping pretty well, but there are churned up bits where we've brought them in and out over the soggy patches. The small pond in the stableyard has gone away again, too; I think Mike's secretly disappointed, as he was hoping to get a few water birds in it for his wildlife count! We do, naturally, have a severe rain warning for tonight, now. Sigh.
"I wonder what that is, under that bush," I thought, just as Mike said "Is that a bunny under that bush?"
He went off to get the binoculars, as I thought "It's just a funny shaped branch... with a head and ears... it can't possibly be a deer, we don't get them and it would have to be a very young one. Must just be a funny shaped branch."
"It's a deer!" Mike said.
It appears that the previous owners left something other than dog toys strewn around the garden: they also forgot to take one of their statues away with them, presumably because it was hidden by the bush's leaves when they moved.
She's quite sweet, really. We'll have to find somewhere *slightly* less discrete for her to move to!
Jodie is a pathetic little thing, today. Mike gave her her pain pills at about half six, but when I got up an hour later she just lay on the floor and whimpered continuously. She was doing the same thing an hour later still, so I called the vet to see if it was something to worry about. The one I spoke to said it was most likely to be disorientation, rather than pain, but to take her in if she was still bad by lunch time. It's true that she did settle down when I sat and stroked her, but then that could have been either security or just being distracted from the pain. Still, she came out with us to do the boys, and we made her a little nest of their rugs on the grass by the school, which she mostly stayed on rather than lying in the wet. She's just had her 'walk', up the field and back down it, and seems to be both relieved that she doesn't have to go out when she feels grotty and bewildered that she's not getting to go for a romp in the woods. The whimpering does seem to have died down, now, which is good.
The boys are out in the field today, which is a relief. The top of the field is coping pretty well, but there are churned up bits where we've brought them in and out over the soggy patches. The small pond in the stableyard has gone away again, too; I think Mike's secretly disappointed, as he was hoping to get a few water birds in it for his wildlife count! We do, naturally, have a severe rain warning for tonight, now. Sigh.