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snakily different

What does it mean if a snake crosses your path…is  it lucky ? I count myself lucky that I didn’t actually stand on it so olive green and camouflaged as it was ! and lucky for the snake of course peacefully minding its own business over near the pigs(in fact what was it doing over there ?) that it wasn’t crushed to a pulp by a mighty human foot. I think it was a grass snake BUT  it certainly does not seem to match the photofit  in the countryside book.(see above )It was a stunning olive colour like a piece of matt leather . A beautiful thing indeed and so subtle and smoothly intriguing as it moved, well  rather slithered off onto the woodpile with utterly sinuous perfection . I am sure we will meet again this year as the woodpile will be used for the log fires to come and where will the snake go then..?. well into another wood pile I guess. If there is one thing we are not short of its woodpiles ! So that is three snakes Paul and I have seen in a very short space of time  and that doesn’t count the wonderful sloughed off snakeskin with which Paul would regale horrified visitors from time to time . I think our garden must be so on trend, as snakeskin really seems to be the in fashion print of the moment.
 
My jangled nerves were to be calmed somewhat by an impromptu hoof massage from the lamb appropriately named Chocolate(so named because of rich milk chocolate coloured fleece) I could be charging a fortune for her spiky little hoof massage which gets you in all the wrong places (people do pay for this sort of horrendous treatment ), plus hair chewing for that tousled ruffled and windswept look. These sheep could be running a top class beauty and pampering salon if only they put their minds to it .

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british veg

British Veg

and not for giving a hoofy back massage ! Spot , our shetland lamb (boy) is getting very cheeky and finds it amusing to jump up on your back with his pointy little hooves. Result : a back massage with mini jimmy choos.. Now I don’t know about you,and I know people pay a lot for such administrations , but to my mind it is a pleasure too far !

Talking of pleasure…the  boys (Magnus the ram and his cohorts) escape ! into the garden this time for a rampage through what must seem like a giant salad bar of tasty oriental titbits. This happens in a downpour , the like of which has not been seen since Noah packed everyone up in an ark.After stomping around crossly and soggily we give up as dusk falls and we can’t even see the black Curly,Curly’s Brother and Wills , like black ninjas ,cavorting through the echinaceas.

This morning the evidence is all too obvious as we perceive that many of the big luscious grasses have sustained significant collateral damage. Paul is not too pleased. I am just relieved we have got them coralled again before our Dutch garden visitors arrive .Having Curly serve you with a slice of Victoria sponge would not be de rigeur ! tea cup mayhem !

talking of tea cups … watch this space for Robin’s new Driftline mad hatters tea cup sculpture which should be arriving soon ! anyone for tea vicar ?!

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