On the way home
A Good night
Mary
You don't expect to get spots,
You don't get the urge to throw yourself head first on a bouncy castle
And you don't expect to be owning your first rabbit.
Mary, the disabled rabbit seems to be going from strength to strength.
Admittedly her life is a small one
A dry hay bed
A nice selection of bunny food
And a view of a field, a lane and the excitement of passing traffic.
It is a small life.
I have been thinking about the ethics of looking after a wild creature in such conditions. Her leg remains fairly useless, and so her survival chances within the Darwinian world of the hedgerows would be brief...
It's a knotty question
What would joy Adamson do I wonder?
I got home late last night after Samaritans and took William out for a quick pee break
We looked over the field gate and saw Mary, sitting up in her hutch, eager and alert and safe.
She looked happy enough..that is if rabbits can actually look happy.....and as we watched her nibble
Contentedly on some donated greenery...I thought to myself...even Joy Adamson wouldn't dare to whistle " BORN FREE" in my general direction.
I am 51
And the rabbit stays....
Ghost hen Christmas Card
http://dartmoorramblings.blogspot.co.uk
This is our Christmas Card for this year. Avid readers will recognise a couple of the "Ghost Hens" from a year or so ago... You know those lovely fat rescue hens that spent most of their brief time on this earth sitting smiling in the sun
More clever dick computer work
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| Members arriving for choir practice in the early 1950s |
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| The old long gone cottages at the bottom of high street |
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| The same view showing the new pensioner bungalows |
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| one of the three village shops. The little girl still lives in the village |
Clever Sausage updated
He has been playing around with some of the old photographs of Trelawnyd from MY HISTORY BLOG and has inserted them exactly into their present day positions.
A neat trick if you can do it I thought!
The below photo is a case in point. It shows the village wartime volunteer force posing magnificently outside the memorial hall.
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| London Road circa 1900 and as it is today |
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| High Street 1970 and today |
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| Milk delivery 1940 Byron Street |
Tragedy
Today I read with much sadness of another fatal dog attack on a small child.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leicestershire-24839612
Little Lexi Branson was killed in her Leicestershire home by the family pet, which as it turned out , was a male bulldog albeit what looked like a bulldog cross.
The dog was apparently bought from rescue centre , so should have been assessed carefully for life within family home. It was also a breed not known for it's aggressive nature, yet because of one unforeseen reason or another, the dog turned on the little girl and mauled her to death before being killed itself by the girl's desperate mother .
I am insanely careful where children and our dogs are concerned. Even though all four dogs are delightfully warm and friendly characters, I will never allow a child to stroke them unless I can control the situation and make introductions calm and nonthreatening, Running kids are always stopped with a sharp " NEVER RUN TOWARDS A DOG YOU DONT KNOW!" and I have been known to bellow " control your child!" Orders to fraught mothers, when little fingers reach out for a hug.
Dogs need love. They need consistency, and they need to be given respect for being animals and not strange hairy little people.
They are animals that think as animals do
and no matter how much we would like to think....we do not walk in their paw steps.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leicestershire-24839612
Little Lexi Branson was killed in her Leicestershire home by the family pet, which as it turned out , was a male bulldog albeit what looked like a bulldog cross.
The dog was apparently bought from rescue centre , so should have been assessed carefully for life within family home. It was also a breed not known for it's aggressive nature, yet because of one unforeseen reason or another, the dog turned on the little girl and mauled her to death before being killed itself by the girl's desperate mother .
I am insanely careful where children and our dogs are concerned. Even though all four dogs are delightfully warm and friendly characters, I will never allow a child to stroke them unless I can control the situation and make introductions calm and nonthreatening, Running kids are always stopped with a sharp " NEVER RUN TOWARDS A DOG YOU DONT KNOW!" and I have been known to bellow " control your child!" Orders to fraught mothers, when little fingers reach out for a hug.
Dogs need love. They need consistency, and they need to be given respect for being animals and not strange hairy little people.
They are animals that think as animals do
and no matter how much we would like to think....we do not walk in their paw steps.
" Let's Not Bother"
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| Llandudno At Night |
The nights are drawing in.
The weather is somewhat rough and ready.
The fire is warm.
The cottage is cosy.
The closer we get to Christmas ( sorry I have now mentioned he " C" word) the less sociable many of us become .
On a social level, I need a kick up the arse.
It's has become easy to live in the Trelawnyd " bubble"
Bloody hell.....I have even mislaid my mobile phone!
So later this week, Chris and I are off for drinks and eats after work ( fuck weightwatchers). We have arranged to meet in Llandudno ( which is the Welsh version of the French Riviera) and will sit in the window of a nice designer restaurant looking out at the sea.
In a similar vein I have just booked to catch up with friends I have not seen in a while. So I am off to Manchester to visit with old mate Nige, then off to London for long cheerful chats with Nuala, and I need to make some time for a quick overnight Yorkshire trip to see my " All Bar one" muckers, and so it's hands down the back of the sofa time, to see if I can find that bleeding elusive mobile.....
It's time for a few " touch base" texts and phone calls me thinks......
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