It’s true what they say – you can choose your friends, but not your family. If you could choose your family, would you choose the one you have?
I’d choose the same Dad, and probably the same Mum (as much as we wind each other up). I also have 2 brothers. I think I’d prefer to have just the one 🙂
As it was a bit of an iffy day today, after a foray down the plot to get tatties (Catriona, below) and onions for tea I retreated to the polytunnel (PT).
First off, I was greeted by this stunner on the fig plant:
I’ve never seen them in blue before (the photo really doesn’t do it justice) only green and white.
Then I had a visit from the resident toad who insisted the path was the best place to be before he say my clomping size 8’s headed his way.
I decided to put him on the beds behind the tomatoes where he found a toad-size plant pot to lurk in.
After that I cleared some sacks I had down as weed surpressants and found a whole nest of toads. There were more than this, but some had scarpered before I had chance to get the camera out my pocket. There’s 5 left in this picture:
It makes rather a pleasant change from the bastard bunny I saw removing itself post-haste from the garden shortly before I entered the PT. I think it knew what would have happened if I’d caught it in the PT (where it had obviously been, judging by the stalks that were once – or were soon to be – brussel sprouts).
Other than that, it was a relatively uneventful day – the hens paid a brief visit to the PT, before being shushed out, then came and visited me in the shed as I was doing some carding (they decided they didn’t like the look of the big black sacks of woolly stuff and pecked off, not before leaving a big stinky poo outside to waft it’s way it).
Off to put the tea on now!
So, there was once me and the OH. Then came along the FCC (faithful canine companion). Then there’s the Girls (3 Rhode Island Red hens).
Watch this space, but give it a couple of weeks… 😉
Haven’t seen one of these for years – was a big one too, about 30-45cm
The New Shed 