So hard to know what to do! First it gets cold. Then wet. Then warm then wet. Now warm again. What is a cat to do?
TC stopped worrying and just flopped onto the path. Behind him the jackdaw was in the apple tree. Did he care? No! Warm, muggy and fur matting, he didn't need to be bothered about anything more than minute by minute coping.
The jackdaw, on the other hand, was having a lovely time. Just right, the apples were ripe but not dropping! Eat your heart out woodpecker, I can peck my fruit where it grows, I have no need of telegraph poles or dead trees! Juice flowing from the flesh of the fruit, bitter as it is.
The nuthatches have both moved back to Felicity Terrace together, but have decided life is far simpler if you just go to the bird table for food, maybe the green hazelnuts gave them indigestion, anyway they have gone big time for peanuts for quite a few days. Still being flamboyantly ostentatious but not much attention paid to the old tree now.
The fly bag is smelly and filling up. Yuck. This seems to add to its attraction in fly quarters. More yuck.
Indoors The Spider is finding competition building up. Fly numbers are down, the fly paper has worked well and maybe the bag too. She needs to build up her elbows to surpasse the other spiders that moved in.
Butch has had a mellow day. Long lie followed by a genial stand-off with TC. Given the day neither had the inclination for more than 'look' training. A few random wanderings and then off to look for craneflies, after finding a dessicated frog on the path. Wonder where that came from?
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