It has been a full and harrowing time since I last posted. Like
shades of Lemony Snickert, there have been a few unfortunate
events.
I am still jelly limbed as I thank God for our granddaughter's
miraculous survival of a horror car crash. Somehow, that relegated
blogging to the depths of a dark cupboard.
Next, my 95 year old friend of 40 years standing, suffered a fall
and broke two vertebra. Suddenly, independent living is no longer
an option for her and we had to honour our promise to take her
little dog.
Allow me to introduce you to Koockie, obviously taken with our
eldest granddaughter. Over the years, the grandchildren have amassed
quite a menagerie of foundlings and ill treated four legged friends.
The first attempt of Bumble, a loveable bottle raised sheep, to
make friends, seemed questionable. A couple of days later though,
Koockie's confidence had grown and an entente cordiale was
reached.
Grandson's valiant attempt to hush Rex's very loud bark proved
futile but first meetings can be deceptive. The black and white dog
looking on is one of my eldest granddaughter's 'acquisitions' and
the friendliest dog that ever was.
Meeting horned beasts proved rather daunting.
A happy respite in my garden.
Meeting a beast so much bigger than yourself, can be intimidating
but meeting a whole herd is frightening indeed and yet, he tried
his level best to protect me from them.
So now the cat is out of the bag. I have a dog. A blessing, a
responsibility and a definite liability when photographing birds
and wildlife. The blessing is that I have to take him on twice daily
walks and walking in nature is one of the great joys of my life.
All considered, I feel incredibly blessed.
